Sanzo ducked his head, that liquid, whatever it was, now staining his hair. Disgusting! The elbow connected, the monk hissing in pain as he earned himself another bruise to his ribs. Drake would be thrilled. That spell however-

Again he moved faster than he should have, for a moment looking like he'd stop his assault. But no, he just needed the distance to chant. The building magic he summoned came from him, or more specifically, his shoulders, instead of looming around them like Cassian's spell. No, he had no idea what Cassian was doing but he could damn well stop it!

The source of his magic was obvious enough, the scroll on his shoulders, seemingly ceremonial at first, was shifting around as he chanted.