It was hard not to miss the clinical interest he showed at the process. Two things had always been of the utmost interest to the priest, one being weapons, and the other, magic. And there was magic here, wasn't there? He watched carefully, another unsightly clot of blood managing to ooze past his lips before he wiped it away.

Indeed, not a scratch on him, just the concussive hit from the sutra had damaged him. Wasn't sure what to make of that. Either Sanzo had terrible aim or he'd been trying not to slice him. There wasn't, however, any nice way to hit a man with buckshot though.

Not a hint of shame from him, he snorted, more blood beginning to bubble from that. He was sure nothing had been punctured but-

"Aye. Silver buckshot." More of a hissing wheeze than a brash statement.

"Ye expected a BB?"