Inuyasha was shaking with his rage and the pain assaulting his body as he attempted to stand. Sango and was quietly sobbing as she stared in horror. Miroku was rushing over, words spilling in a hushed and frantic whisper as he attempted to console her while also pull her away to get her to safety. They were at a disadvantage. They were wounded. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. And Naraku knew it. That rotten bastard had counted on it.