It takes considerable willpower for Sanzo to not stop chanting to make a shitty comment. Considerable. Maybe even more than the will he's bringing to bear on one-fifth of that which created the universe.
But he doesn't stop and make a comment. He just keeps on chanting, staying right where he is. If the monster springs at him, it's going to find out the hard way that he can still move while doing this, and Sanzo is pretty sure those too-long arms will still break if he applies pressure to the back of the elbow and hauls back on the wrist--
But Devero's got it handled, it turns out. Good. The gun's familiar retort cracks through the air, the sound echoing hard off the alleyway walls, and that gets more monsters' attention.
Just in time for--
"--Om mani padme hum--!" Sanzo's voice is louder for this bit, even more forceful that usual before he screams-- "Makai, tenjou!"
And then the only noise is howling beasts and rustling paper, countless tendrils suddenly filling the air, sliding past Devero without quite touching him.
Koumyou's sutra is light and energy and heat, and when it isn't a blinding white but has any glow to it at all, it's always a brilliant gold like the very stars it had been used to create. The Maten is a different beast altogether. The light from it is almost incomprehensibly, violently violet, like the multiverse's strongest UV black-light.
It's not an absence of light (and energy, and life, and existence), like the terrifying Muten that Ukoku wields, but it's different.
The Seiten creates light, but the Maten banishes the dark.
When the countless tendrils stab through or slice or even smash against any of the creatures, they disintegrate. The reach of Sanzo's control is just long enough to go up into the sliced building and kill the beasts before they can start eating people.
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But he doesn't stop and make a comment. He just keeps on chanting, staying right where he is. If the monster springs at him, it's going to find out the hard way that he can still move while doing this, and Sanzo is pretty sure those too-long arms will still break if he applies pressure to the back of the elbow and hauls back on the wrist--
But Devero's got it handled, it turns out. Good. The gun's familiar retort cracks through the air, the sound echoing hard off the alleyway walls, and that gets more monsters' attention.
Just in time for--
"--Om mani padme hum--!" Sanzo's voice is louder for this bit, even more forceful that usual before he screams-- "Makai, tenjou!"
And then the only noise is howling beasts and rustling paper, countless tendrils suddenly filling the air, sliding past Devero without quite touching him.
Koumyou's sutra is light and energy and heat, and when it isn't a blinding white but has any glow to it at all, it's always a brilliant gold like the very stars it had been used to create. The Maten is a different beast altogether. The light from it is almost incomprehensibly, violently violet, like the multiverse's strongest UV black-light.
It's not an absence of light (and energy, and life, and existence), like the terrifying Muten that Ukoku wields, but it's different.
The Seiten creates light, but the Maten banishes the dark.
When the countless tendrils stab through or slice or even smash against any of the creatures, they disintegrate. The reach of Sanzo's control is just long enough to go up into the sliced building and kill the beasts before they can start eating people.