[Well, it was worth a try. It was better than just meekly surrendering to his fate, at the least. Alight with adrenaline and anxiety and fear, Giles doesn't even notice the thin, bloody line drawn across his cheek.
But he does notice the tendrils of darkness coming out of the walls and the ceiling to bind him. Giles puts up a good fight - he always does - even making it off the bed for a brief second. But then one of the tendrils gets ahold of his wrist, and it's all over from there. For all his struggling, Giles is still restrained hand and foot within a few seconds, unable to move beyond some ineffectual squirming.
Panting heavily in the oppressive air and his own ineffectual efforts, Giles glares up at Apep, unwilling to let the demon wearing his best friend's face see his fear. Determined to be defiant to the last.]
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But he does notice the tendrils of darkness coming out of the walls and the ceiling to bind him. Giles puts up a good fight - he always does - even making it off the bed for a brief second. But then one of the tendrils gets ahold of his wrist, and it's all over from there. For all his struggling, Giles is still restrained hand and foot within a few seconds, unable to move beyond some ineffectual squirming.
Panting heavily in the oppressive air and his own ineffectual efforts, Giles glares up at Apep, unwilling to let the demon wearing his best friend's face see his fear. Determined to be defiant to the last.]
I hope your bloody snakes choke on me.