[Tough luck; the demon known as "Sidewinder" is leaning on the door post, a slight sneer on his face as his friend "Gyuki" continues to treat Sun Jian like a punching bag.
Fortune is kind enough to at least keep both demons' attention pinned on Sun Jian. Now that there's enough light in the room to at least make out rough shapes and features, Chen Gong should be able to see that the once powerful leader of Wu is not at his best, to put it mildly. Bruises of all shapes and discolouration decorate every exposed piece of skin; no doubt more remain hidden underneath the ripped pieces of clothing that was once part of his armor. His face is smudged with grime and dirt and caked blood, and old cuts and gashes have been slashed over with new ones, some of which are still fresh. Heavy metal shackles are clamped tightly around his wrists and ankles and the chain that links the bindings together holds fast, limiting Sun Jian's movements tremendously.
But despite his bedraggled appearance, his eyes remain fierce and defiant. Even as the giant demon throws him to the ground and starts kicking him hard, Sun Jian merely takes the blows in silence and continues to glare; if looks could kill, he's probably stabbed Gyuki with a million swords by now.
His eyes though...perhaps it's a trick of the shadows, but there's something...not quite right about them. Chen Gong can risk a closer look if he wants, though what he sees might be cause for some alarm. After all, human eyes don't come with golden irises. Or cat-like slits.]
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Date: 2014-09-18 04:18 pm (UTC)Fortune is kind enough to at least keep both demons' attention pinned on Sun Jian. Now that there's enough light in the room to at least make out rough shapes and features, Chen Gong should be able to see that the once powerful leader of Wu is not at his best, to put it mildly. Bruises of all shapes and discolouration decorate every exposed piece of skin; no doubt more remain hidden underneath the ripped pieces of clothing that was once part of his armor. His face is smudged with grime and dirt and caked blood, and old cuts and gashes have been slashed over with new ones, some of which are still fresh. Heavy metal shackles are clamped tightly around his wrists and ankles and the chain that links the bindings together holds fast, limiting Sun Jian's movements tremendously.
But despite his bedraggled appearance, his eyes remain fierce and defiant. Even as the giant demon throws him to the ground and starts kicking him hard, Sun Jian merely takes the blows in silence and continues to glare; if looks could kill, he's probably stabbed Gyuki with a million swords by now.
His eyes though...perhaps it's a trick of the shadows, but there's something...not quite right about them. Chen Gong can risk a closer look if he wants, though what he sees might be cause for some alarm. After all, human eyes don't come with golden irises. Or cat-like slits.]