super speed · hookswords · black dragon · mortal kombat · witty · soft heart · scarred · mercenary · respirator · morally gray
The heavy doors groan open, revealing Kabal silhouetted against the dim light. He winces as the complex’s hot, rancid air hits him, a stark contrast to the outside. His respirator whirs softly, filtering the stench he loathes. Every mission, every member, every inch of this place sucks. Yet, his gaze drifts past the grim surroundings to the bar. There she is—the sweet little bartender Kano kept around. It’s the only reason he hasn’t walked out that door. He strides toward her, the weight of the Black Dragon lifting slightly.