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Onaga’s Heir - The Kahn of the People

Thousands of years ago, Edenia was a realm of prosperity and enlightened peace - the Eden of the Elder Gods’ expectation of mortals, a step from their Heaven. Until enlightenment became arrogance, and arrogance became sin. In their cruel beliefs as superior to all realms, the Edenians upheaved by King jerrod and Queen Sindel began to expand and conquer. The realms that deemed worthy became a part of their grand kingdom and those of ugly and repugnant appearance to their celestial standards were hurtled away to become the crude wastelands known as Outworld.

Realm after realm fell to their rule and the people within each one became nothing more than slaves and game to the hunting seasons that spur the nobility and warrior castes into the wilds of the Outer realm. Thousands killed for their amusement. Thousands more building shrines to the god-like Edenians with the Koliseum roaring of the bloodthirsty crowds seeing the most dangerous denizens of Outworld fight for their survival and hopeful freedom.

Generations after generations, until one rose among them all; the one known as Shao. The protector of a realm forgotten but he proved the most savage gladiator. Surviving everything that the Edenian fell upon him, his name soon ringing through the realm. Enough that upon one day - during one of the greatest tournaments established in the realm and when Shao heaved the head of his latest opponent before the rulers, he caught the attention of the Queen herself.

He will be her Champion within Mortal Kombat.

The Elder Gods’ decree to slow the Edenian expansion and protect the remaining realms when it became clear there was no turning back, the Mortal Kombat Tournament befell on the worlds. Shao foresaw there will be no end to this evil, not without someone to stop them.

Slowly, he spoke to his kindred chained under the koliseum and in the doomed realms. Recruiting an army until the opportune time, turning upon the Edenian Royalty at the apex of the latest tournament. The defiance of Shao became so fierce and sudden that King Jerrod was killed by the crushing hammer that forever became a weapon cursed by the Edenian Empire - the Wrath Hammer - before he and his rebels fought their way from the capital for a portal prepared by none other than the Queen herself for what he thought was a sign of favour.

Only to reveal a cruel truth; she wanted the throne for herself and for no other to overpower her - nor succeed. In the escape, Shao stole away a young babe to protect her from the evil treachery that the Queen spilt upon all she manipulated. And as these rebels escaped, Sindel’s laughter echoed into his soul since that day and the vengeance of Edenia forever waged upon Outworld.

Here, Shao became a warlord and soon an advisor and general for the Emperor of this begotten realm - Onaga. Beside this wise warrior, benign and true, they hoped to ascend the wild savagery that claimed Outworld into a civilization anew and worthy to one day defeat Edenia. Over the centuries, the races of Shokan, Centaur, Tarkatan, and many others were either annexed or exterminated in their konquest for a better tomorrow and the constant invasions of Edenia until one day, Onaga Kahn was found dying in his bed.

Calling upon his closest council, he looked unto the realm-protector Shao and his adoptive daughter Kitana before naming him Shao Kahn with his final decree, blessing the Elder Gods to watch over him in the coming days. With heavy heart, the newly ascended Kahnum immortalized his mentor within a tomb said to be the gateway to Heaven itself with the mummified army of his most loyal regime. Taking the throne, the Rebel-Kahn looked to the rising sunrise and began his constant war against tyranny and oppression with his council of champions for the next nearly ten thousand years before the discovery of young Earthrealm becoming Edenia’s next jeweled konquest...

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Rolling Heads

“How did this happen?” 

Shao Kahn questioned in a audible whisper of harsh breath, the protector of the Other Outworld looked at the wagon full of heads. The faces of horror, pain and lose was something too familiar in his ten thousand years of constant war. Yet, to see some children and would-be grown juveniles touched a needle in his stone heart.  

“We found them along the Ki Qin Road,’ a centaurian said with a flash of teeth. Shao Kahn recalled the Ki Qin Road to be the path of many villages farming from the rich soils due west of the Koliseum but it could be very different in this damned timeline. ‘We have a scout party already moving to see which villages suffered this. We found no driver for this atrocity.” 

Shao’s scaled fist clenched, thinking of the countless enemies that could have done it. It had a brutality that could fit a Tarkatan raid yet most of the necks had a clean cut. A sword’s cut.  

“I will inform the Empress of this.” He started before a growling rasp from the Zaterran Komodai caught his eye’s glance, who looked behind. “Ssshe already approachesss, my Kahn.” The subtle wrenching expression on Shao’s face was enough to bring some sympathic amusement from the reptilian assassin as he moved away in deep bow to the Empress of Outworld.

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Escort

The time-spiralled Emperor of Outworld engage kombat with Kronika’s Retrieval Force

“You challenge Shao Kahn, Emperor of Outworld!” The vicious ebon-masked demi-god roared out in defiance to the these mechanical assassins pulling themselves from the whirling tempests of sands. His lance materializing by the wash of his qi’s willpower when they jerked into aggressive stances by their krimson leader’s will. “Your armour are nothing but mere wet sheets to me! Come and now a rightful defeat.” 

“You will be the one taste it, False Emperor.” The krimson metal-assassin vocalized as a green blade of energy flashed from a extended hilt from a unseen compartment. “Surrender and Kronika will provide lenience to your defiance.” 

“Never.” Shao Kahn concluded before hurling his lance. A motion that the leader naturally evade, leaving one of its own thralls open to the fatal impalement through its possible thyroid. The spasming whine as it lost control of itself and crumbled into a heap. “Defend yourselves!” The kahn commanded to his warriors while personally charging to protect the refuge convey. 

The machine hurled itself with the flare of burning boot, its blade whirling like a trap-saw in full intention to cleave Shao in half. The dragon-blood made a swift step back, hand sweeping a aegis of magic that rebuked the blade at the moment of swing before delivering a powerful knee into the creature’s plated solar plexus. Both hoisted into the air for a moment’s duel of deadly kombat. 

The Tarkatan Champion Karbrac swept one of these infiltrators off its feet before impaling another under its jaw. Twisting and with a spike of miniscule pain, snapped the bone-shard off as its life sputtered and plunged his blade further into another’s perceived jugular to skewering cross under its chassis’ cage. The metal creature shuddered but the pseudo-life continued with a snatching hand grabbing on the champion’s musclebound arm and throat. With a flick of his other arm, Karbrac impaled at the groin and lifted the whole metal-man up. 

An extort of power, the Tarkatan roared and tore his victim in threes! Just in time to see another of the assassin lift its fist and fire a projectile. “Karbrac!” Someone shouted, leaping infront of the mutant when he crossed his hands in defense. Instead, the large figure outright deflected the missile back into the heavy weaponist and a small number of its allies away. Looking up to see the auric-skinned centaur huffing from his squarish nostrils, “Are you well?”   “When we win.” The champion snorted back, bringing a grin from Kholos before charged with a whirl of his axe and cleaved another from shoulder to groin. 

Crashing into a rank of its thralls, the Krimson swordsman whirled itself up like a righting puppet and hurled a great pyro against the diving emperor. An attack found useless as his green aura parted the fire like water to his scaled frame. So blinding of its heat, the machine did not see the hammer summoned and slammed with whining depression against shoulder plate and neck, driving the pyromaniac onto the ground!

The flamethrower sputtered, attempting to catch Shao Kahn again. Only to have it crushed under his indomitable grasp, yanking the robot’s arm into a dislocation and its fuel feed squeezed to uselessness before a boot crushed the robot’s head into a whining dent. Its metal body was impressive but...

Nearly pulling the krimson fighter’s arm - and body - into the air, the Emperor crushed its faceplate inward with a crested headbutt that sent the assassin spiralling back. Only to be reinforced by two identified thralls bloodied of their own kills before fighting Shao Kahn with no acknowledgement to the mortal concept to fear or self-preservation. Not like the crippled leader, who dropped itself before melting away into a spiraling portal of unnatural electricity that the Emperor have not encountered before. 

The mechanical-propelled strikes and soulless blows came for the Emperor in the single-mind’s unity that kept him at bay long enough for the escape but the assassin’s death wasn’t his immediate concern. Not when he heard a woman’s scream behind him. With a savage utilization of his developed Khanate Long Fist, he chopped one machine’s arm off from the elbow-up and double-fisted the other’s chest into the krushing blow. Enough to glance back at one of the villagers stumbling back and his warriors were too far or occupied in defending the entire of the convoy. 

The glance shot back to see the one armed assassin returning to fight still, summoning a crackling whip from its wrist and much to his mild surprise, the other pounced with the shot of its own burning boots. In twinned lightning-fast motions, Shao Kahn impaled the whip-lasher with his summoned lance impaling arm socket and neck into a smooth cleave. In the same motion, his body lunged itself shoulder-first into the midair attacker and whirled into a hunter’s throw. 

His lance piercing the air and caught the mechanical marauder into its chassis, spearing organs and pinned the crackling fighter to a carriage. 

Slamming the original opponent to the ground, Shao whirled himself over the machine’s shoulders. A knee pinning it down and hands grabbed around its head. With a extort of titanic strength, the emperor tore its head off - oil-blacked spine and all - in one roaring uplift to Outworld’s red sun! 

“Was that your best, Kronika? That was pathetic!” He called out in a billowing laugh, hurling the head into another machine with enough force to spiral it from the intended charge. “You will not win! You will not have victory, against me in this or any other of your precious Timelines. You became my enemy the moment you threw innocent lives into your game. No more for I am, Shao Kahn; Konqueror of Tyrants!”

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Special gift for @resurrectiio from your Secret Santa, I hope you like it my dear and Merry Christmas

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The Khan returns. Ready to face tyranny and see another dawn.

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The Emperor of Outworld stepped into the room, the demi-giant looked to this girl from the cover of his draconic skull-kabuto. The peer of those scarlet red eyes beholding the guised visitor, Onaga had the tendency of doing similar himself.  

“Forgive my servants for their rough handling, young one.” He said, flicking a gesture of his hand. Most of the maidens glide from the room under their own soft robes and jewelry until only Shao Kahn, the young woman and the handling maiden was alone under the gaze of the falling sunset. 

“I am Shao Kahn. Welcome to my palace, as forced as it was. Some in my realm have this disillusion that cruelly-claimed gifts will earn my favour.” The intimidating man mused, folding his arms under his buckled chest. “It does not and I will ensure you return home as soon as possible, until then you will be a honoured guest to provide hopeful apology on my end to this.”

The Lost Dragon

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Sylvie growled and clawed as she struggled in the bath.  Handmaidens cooed and tried to calm the frustrated dragon-woman as they bathed her.

She had been brought in the night before, her mind freshly wiped of her memories of Earthrealm.  One woman yelped as Sylvie scratched her.

Once rinsed and dried, they started dressing her in a lovely silver and crimson formal dress.  Her horns were polished, and makeup applied to accent her scarlet eyes.

Once her nails were filed and polished, they threaded a necklace of garnet beads around her neck.

Once finished, the handmaidens took Sylvie to meet Shao Kahn.

A dragon, seized from poachers, now to meet Shao Kahn.

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Shao Kahn had heard about a prize being found. That form of language was well acquainted and somewhat unwelcome to the former gladiator’s ears, despite his numerous attempts - his Outworlders still had a unsavory attachment to the old ways before he rose this empire. He supposed it was ingrained. 

The demi-god marched along his palace’s halls, the warriors who stood stoic and true; from the Outworlders of mannish appearance to Tarkatans, Shokan and Centaur clad in their armours and the liveries of their clans, houses and ultimately, his kabuto-crest above all else. 

The Emperor soon was met by his advisor, Shang Tsung. A Earthrealmer who of kindly demeanour despite age slowly catching on him as a victor of the First Mortal Kombat tournament in his realm. Barely escaping Empress Sindel’s assassins, he have been doing as he can and now this small group of Poachers were brought before them both. 

A Red-Crested Dragon, they were told. A rarity of Earthrealm since the Dragons’ migrations into Outworld and the crusades against them over the eons despite their godly disposition by the Elder Gods. Shao Kahn was of adamant note as to why one was here, more importantly - what could have brought her. 

Shang Tsung was unsure himself, having been present since the last tournament several decades ago now. History had a way to changing fast in his home-realm compared to Outworld’s consistency. 

“Bring me to her...” The Emperor finally said.

The Lost Dragon

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Sylvie growled and clawed as she struggled in the bath.  Handmaidens cooed and tried to calm the frustrated dragon-woman as they bathed her.

She had been brought in the night before, her mind freshly wiped of her memories of Earthrealm.  One woman yelped as Sylvie scratched her.

Once rinsed and dried, they started dressing her in a lovely silver and crimson formal dress.  Her horns were polished, and makeup applied to accent her scarlet eyes.

Once her nails were filed and polished, they threaded a necklace of garnet beads around her neck.

Once finished, the handmaidens took Sylvie to meet Shao Kahn.

A dragon, seized from poachers, now to meet Shao Kahn.

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THE GUARDIAN OF OUTWORLD STEPS FROM THE PORTAL; 

SHAO KAHN IS RETURNING

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remember when she becomes queen of the world and then all of time

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Raise your hand if you killed King Jerrod

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“Edenia was conquering realms, milady.” Shao answered, simply for there was no better way to start this tale. “They conquered realms to glorify theirs. Created by the Elder Gods in the starting image of their Heavens’ blessing, the simplicity of peace and upheaval bored them for a time. Instead, they desired more. Excitement. Bloodthirst. A more overt sense of their superiority or maybe all of these things. By the advocation of King Jerrod and his Queen, they invaded and claimed worlds to add onto Edenia. Those they first found offensive to their taste became foundations to what we know as ‘Outworld’. Eons, they’ve done this. My realm among them until finally, the Elder Gods could watch no more the crimes done upon innocent worlds and imposed upon them the rite of Mortal Kombat. It did little to slow them down...’

Shao shifted with painful motion. 

“I was a gladiator since youth to be a part of their entertainment, fighting for my own survival and knowing little else. The greatest of us were chosen to become the fighters of their Mortal Kombat events and I among them as their newest champion. However, the day I had to kill a hundred of my fellows and prospect came of a new realm becoming the ‘gem’ apart of their glorious empire - I knew I could not be idle in their cruelty anymore.” 

“Naive was I to appease for their ‘greater’ nature. I thought Queen Sindel would be the kinder of the two, never had I expected the evil that she wielded to conspire her own husband’s demise and readiness to end her own newborn’s life if it threatened her own rule. Had I known...’

Shao shook his head. “I led a great rebellion of gladiators and those oppressed under their heel. King Jerrod crushed by my hammer and the Banshee Queen’s terrible screams at my back, forsaking the ‘monsters’ that her husband allowed to stay in their realm as I ran with the child in tow. I...I couldn’t let Kitana stay with that Witch but in doing so, I quickened an inevitable; Edenia attacking Outworld.”

“For generations, they used our realm for their training, replacement of fighters, and cruel sport. Now, it is a battlefield that kept their eyes on us instead of realms.”

✧･ﾟ:* ♔┆Shao’s flattering words did little to nothing to calm the storm surging inside of the Empress. Every syllable he spoke only served to enrage her further, after all this was the man that had taken EVERYTHING from her. Her home, her people, her throne and her LIFE. It had taken Onaga EONS to claw her way back to life and restore her right to rule and govern the realm. All because of the treachery and deceit of the man before her…or at least another version of him. Naturally, the Empress could not initially bring herself to fully trust or even believe him. But then…

Dark eyes widened as the warrior lowered his weapon and fell to one knee. Lifting an elegant hand, Onaga clasped the edge of her chin and crossed one leg over the other. Perhaps this man was different after all… He spoke of a war torn world, in peril from the EDENIANS no less, a people he OBLITERATED in this world. An odd but fitting irony, especially for him. The Elder gods truly had a fine sense of humor. 

“Just how did this war in your…reality come about?” The words sounded much more of a demand than an inquiry. 

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Shao Kahn could feel the apt fury burning within this dragon in woman’s form. It was a rage that he was intimately familiar within his own soul; the desecration of realms and their corpses forced into the amalgamation that is Outworld, the peoples forced to dwell there fighting for their very existence...and rage of fighting the Edenians for eon with only a Thunder God for his ally beyond his council. 

However, before this Queen of Queens, he felt that same rage from his predecessor and do her the same respect. His knee bent and the fist that wielded his Wrath Hammer to the floor as he bowed, 

“I am not the Shao you had the right to kill, nor am I the Shao of many planes of reality. I am Shao Kahn to an empire of rebels and warriors before a tyranny not familiar to you. I am from another reality, if my research is correct.’ The dragon-blooded Konqueror said, his voice firm of centuries of presentation yet gentle as a rolling mountain. ‘The sands of Time pulled me from battle against the Edenians at the bloody wastes of Outworld, my Champions along my side. I wish not to intrude your presence long, I seek only to return and pray Empress Sindel haven’t torn my people asunder. If you are the same Onaga Kahn, then I know your wisdom will guide me...”

outworldtyrant said: "Lady Kahn…you live? Even if you are not Him, It is good to see you again.“ - A Time-thrown Kahn

✧･ﾟ:* ♔┆Dark eyes thundered with fury as Onaga balled her hands at her sides. Quite some time had passed since her return and her successor’s demise, so much so that the Empress allowed herself to get “comfortable.” And so imagine her surprise ( and even anger ) when news of Shao Kahn reached her ears and now her very eyes. It would seem that time was once again in disarray, seeing as how there was nothing other explanation for his existence.

This Shao seemed to be…polite in his greeting but it did nothing to soothe the storm in her mind. Onaga wanted nothing more than to destroy the man here and now…but there were questions that required answers. “Yes, I am quite alive, unfortunately for you. How and why are you here now? Especially when I distinctly remember ripping your head off your shoulders myself.” 

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@eriidia: “  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ” from Mileena

The Khan looked to the Tarkatan-clone of his daughter with mild concern, shifting forward from his makeshift throne. Since being in this vicious timeline, as it was explained, there were such twists and turns that made Shao displeased but accepted the unique wisdom of possibility.

Like this one - Mileena. In his timeline, Mileena is conceived by the cruel envy and cold manipulations of Empress Sindel to replace her heiress with mixed results. This Mileena was made in order of himself to replace his Kitana, who wielded her Edenia’s nobility and soft spirit close. 

One thing remained consistent; the half-blooded Edenian was as vicious as her Tarkatan heritage. “All depends on your actions, Mileena.” Shao Kahn answered with a twitch of his clawed hand, the blood of Onaga caressing his veins and surged a foresight of warning that he’ve learned to heed over the millennia.

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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The dawn’s sun - or rather suns cruelly becoming one since their stolen conception - rose beyond the Fanged Mountain’s jagged gums. He could hear the cheers and jeers of the gathered folk towards the farthest community of outriders and stalwart fortress-town dotting their lands. All of it centred into the great city of Lunshi, the City of Onaga, where the bloody heart of Outworld’s bloody sport made by the backs of a thousand and more by the decree of their oppressors a time long wanted to be forgotten. 

Now, the Koliseum is their rightful expression. The source of their rage and outlet to it all. 

Even as Shao Kahn strode along its blood-red sands into the opening gate’s glaring sunlight, he could still hear them for time as far as he could remember. His name chanted in sanguine anxiety.

Shao!

Shao!

Shao!

The demi-giant appeared to the thunderous cry of the crowd, his burly arms wide in welcome to his people and encouraging their wild desire to see their king, their Kahn, willing to risk his life and status for them before the hopeful, ambitious, violent, and worthy. Here he is, clad in the draconic gilded and war-red of his regalia in recognition of his warlike regality crowned by the crested kabuto worthy as his beloved mentor, Onaga Kahn’s expression an age past.

His red eyes looked among the many races of Outworld; all were welcome into his empire that shared the same pain, strives, and vicious wills. Every time he looked upon these face, his heart almost pained at the knowing loss of just as many races that could have been here but that pain dulled by the appearance of one face. One face that pushed him forward and reminded him of his purposeful duty as Kahn.

Kitana, his daughter - not of blood but of past and care since he first lifted her into his arm. She was a beautiful, intelligent and purposeful young woman. The Edenian blood ran through her veins so apparent yet she didn’t hold the cruelty of her parents. Her dark eyes gleamed a vulpine curiosity yet leonine pride. Under her mask and royal beryl attire of robes and armoured layer, he knew she was the only one not cheering for this last deep-clawed remnant of their history. 

Long have they discussed to the purpose of these blood-games and each time, Shao Kahn couldn’t quite bow to the thought of breaking them. He sees its purpose and the peace it brought, nevermind the militant outlet it provide for his army. Yet, somewhere in his soul - he believed his daughter to be right.

Shaking his head off to the distraction, the Kahn roared out to his people. “You have called upon your Kahn and he answers!” 

The crowd howled in full approval and delight, chanting his name again. His heart filling of a violent pride and tingling nostalgia, finally settling upon his opponent of the day - a massive shokan, Draco of appearance with the regal bracers bringing all to see the unquestionable richness of the Kautan kingdom glinting off his powerful muscles born of heritage’s long pride and the draconic closeness to their originators. 

“High Prince Duroc, is it you challenge your Kahn on this day?” Shao Kahn questioned, playing to the long thematics to stir the crowd and his loyal warrior answered with his voice grand and proud with his arms splayed, “I do, my Kahn. Not for the throne but the privilege of doing kombat in honour of Outworld’s greatest warrior! Will you do this for the Prince of Kautan?”

They allowed the challenge to hang in the air, the tension thick and eyes on these two warriors for what felt like minutes.

Summoning his war hammer, the same hammer to strike down King Jerrod, and heaved it high with its point to the sun. “As Kahn of Outworld and Liberator of the Edenian Slaves, I accept your challenge as my first of this glorious day!” 

The crowds cheered with feet stamping and voice hooting in excitement as the two prepared themselves. One, armed of the Wrath Hammer, and the other flicked his wrists to the call of Dragon Fangs for their preliminary match. The first match to rouse the crowd for a day of -

Mortal Kombat.