Sanzo snarled as the second blow hit, smacking into his thigh and making his brief retreat awkward and stiff. He didn't care how much he hurt this shitstain as long as he didn't kill him. He'd never here the end of it if he did, from Koumyou or Drake, he was sure. Fuck!

An arm down now- He swung with his fist, leg too unsteady so soon after that hit for a kick. With any luck, he'd get Cassian's ribs and start that coughing again.