[Sun Jian's warning turns out to be true; footsteps start to echo down the corridor; first light, and slowly growing more heavy with every consecutive step. The ground underneath them even begins to tremble, hinting at the size of the demon that's making its way down to them.
Eventually the steps stop and the door swings open. Some light from the torches that align the stone walls spill into the dark space, but most of it is blocked by the big, muscular demon known with sharp tusks protuding from its mouth.]
"Gweeheehee! The puny one hasn't got up yet!"
[The floor shakes, and Chen Gong is lifted up into the air by the front of his robes. The foul smell of blood, sweat and god knows what else sours the room and bits and pieces of spittle fly all over Chen Gong's frong; Sun Jian can only hope the strategist can continue to play dead.]
"Humans are so weak. Nothing but prey for us demons! I could bite this one's head off in one chomp!"
"That's right".
[A second demon has joined the huge one. His tone is oily but compared to his loud, clumsy comrade this one barely leaves any footsteps at all.]
"All will fall before Lord Orochi's power. It is just a matter of time."
[Chen Gong's chest is prodded by a thick, meaty finger. Sun Jian maintains his glare at their captors, but he feels his heart beating in his chest. They were going to do something to the strategist soon, unless he can think up something quick.]
"I think it's time to wake this one up with a nice surprise. Crush him, mash him, make him into paste! Gweeheehe-"
What, you've given up on me already?
[If he can't rip these two to pieces, the least he can do is grab their attention away from Chen Gong. Perhaps it's futile to do so; eventually Chen Gong too will be brought before Kiyomori and Daji and offered either respite...or damned to have his mind and will wiped by sorcery. But Sun Jian will not let anyone be carried off to be tortured for some twisted creature's amusement. Speaking up louder, he puts on a cocky grin and continues to taunt the demons.]
I knew you demons were all talk. You say that you're stronger than us humans, but you haven't broken me yet. So much for the might of Orochi's forces! I'm not even quaking in my boots yet.
[He holds his breath...and gets it knocked out when the demon's fist comes slamming into his gut. Chen Gong had been unceremoniously tossed aside onto one of the straw beds; it looks like Sun Jian's mocking worked, perhaps a little too well as the demon trashes him up seven ways to Sunday.]
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Date: 2014-09-18 06:03 am (UTC)Eventually the steps stop and the door swings open. Some light from the torches that align the stone walls spill into the dark space, but most of it is blocked by the big, muscular demon known with sharp tusks protuding from its mouth.]
"Gweeheehee! The puny one hasn't got up yet!"
[The floor shakes, and Chen Gong is lifted up into the air by the front of his robes. The foul smell of blood, sweat and god knows what else sours the room and bits and pieces of spittle fly all over Chen Gong's frong; Sun Jian can only hope the strategist can continue to play dead.]
"Humans are so weak. Nothing but prey for us demons! I could bite this one's head off in one chomp!"
"That's right".
[A second demon has joined the huge one. His tone is oily but compared to his loud, clumsy comrade this one barely leaves any footsteps at all.]
"All will fall before Lord Orochi's power. It is just a matter of time."
[Chen Gong's chest is prodded by a thick, meaty finger. Sun Jian maintains his glare at their captors, but he feels his heart beating in his chest. They were going to do something to the strategist soon, unless he can think up something quick.]
"I think it's time to wake this one up with a nice surprise. Crush him, mash him, make him into paste! Gweeheehe-"
What, you've given up on me already?
[If he can't rip these two to pieces, the least he can do is grab their attention away from Chen Gong. Perhaps it's futile to do so; eventually Chen Gong too will be brought before Kiyomori and Daji and offered either respite...or damned to have his mind and will wiped by sorcery. But Sun Jian will not let anyone be carried off to be tortured for some twisted creature's amusement. Speaking up louder, he puts on a cocky grin and continues to taunt the demons.]
I knew you demons were all talk. You say that you're stronger than us humans, but you haven't broken me yet. So much for the might of Orochi's forces! I'm not even quaking in my boots yet.
[He holds his breath...and gets it knocked out when the demon's fist comes slamming into his gut. Chen Gong had been unceremoniously tossed aside onto one of the straw beds; it looks like Sun Jian's mocking worked, perhaps a little too well as the demon trashes him up seven ways to Sunday.]