Sung Chei, armoured and armed, frightening. He was a foreigner, one from the far east, and for that he was more dangerous than most warriors as they were unsure of how he fought. His armour was of shining but dented and scratched steel plates, small rectangular ones held together by a mail base. This armour skirted his thighs, splitting in front and behind just below the crotch to allow for riding and the deeper stances of his martial art. In his hand was a polearm just taller than he was, it had a spearhead and two crescent shaped blades on either side to allow for cutting and chopping, it was called Ji. At each hip was a straight, double edged sword, jian they were called. His long black hair was bound in a bun above his head, and about his forehead was a red strip of cloth, emblazoned with the white tiger of his father's house.
He stood in front of the door to the Estate of the House Bochanon, upon which he knocked. The knock was loud and clear but hardly forceful or disrespectful. He was ready to report of his success on ridding the area of the horse bandits that resided some ways to the southwest.
He stood in front of the door to the Estate of the House Bochanon, upon which he knocked. The knock was loud and clear but hardly forceful or disrespectful. He was ready to report of his success on ridding the area of the horse bandits that resided some ways to the southwest.