Okay, that was just not fair, but with every wheezing breath was uttered something that was decidedly, equally unfair.

And whatever it was, it sounded scary, no normal tongue slipping out of that mouth as he spat another gob of fluid into his face, trying to drive his elbow into the other man's ribs.

The sudden curl of magic, not the alien, blasphemous one of before at least, began to grow in the area, the trees rustling as the whisperof old, black magic began to fill the clearing.

... Okay, so technically it was really just a random ass homing spell. Something to use while lost.

... He was bargaining on Sanzo not knowing that one. Hopefully.

Maybe.