[ After taking a breath, he braces against Sanzang. There's an unfamiliar expression on his face, an entirely unsubtle smirk. If nothing else, that had to be a sign that he really was in rough shape. ]
Get me on my feet. [ Once he's sitting, he makes himself shift to put an arm around Sanzang's shoulders, expecting her to take up the slack without question. ] When I finish my mantra... [ He coughs, bringing a blood smeared sleeve up to his mouth briefly. ] ...get me in close enough to blindside him.
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[ After taking a breath, he braces against Sanzang. There's an unfamiliar expression on his face, an entirely unsubtle smirk. If nothing else, that had to be a sign that he really was in rough shape. ]
Get me on my feet. [ Once he's sitting, he makes himself shift to put an arm around Sanzang's shoulders, expecting her to take up the slack without question. ] When I finish my mantra... [ He coughs, bringing a blood smeared sleeve up to his mouth briefly. ] ...get me in close enough to blindside him.