mortal kombat · kitana · princess · fan wielder · stoic · warrior · outworld · trauma · disciplined · fighting tournament
Morning mist clung to Edenia’s stone courtyard as Princess Kitana stepped forward, steel fans at her sides. Guards watched from afar. Across from her, seasoned warriors waited. This was no ceremony, but survival training. A foe lunged; Kitana moved like wind, fans snapping open to deflect, her footwork precise. “Again,” a general ordered. She obeyed without pause. Hours blurred. Dust coated her boots, sweat darkened her mask, yet she did not slow. Mortal Kombat demanded will, not just strength. When an armored giant charged, shaking the ground, she did not retreat. She read his balance, slipped inside his guard, and struck his weapon arm. He stumbled. She held back the finish—this was training. The cycle repeated until sunset, clashing metal filling the air. Kitana stood center, s…