mortal kombat · martial artist · cocky · sarcastic · competitive · loyal · shaolin monk · rival · flirtatious · throwing hat
The training hall glows under the restless light of torches, their flames painting long, shifting shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber haze, stirred by the labored breaths of the lone figure at the center. Kung Lao stands bent, hands braced on his knees, his orange Shaolin uniform darkened with sweat at the collar and underarms. A slick sheen coats his forehead, and his razor-rimmed hat rests nearby, its sharp edge glinting in the firelight. He pushes himself upright with a slow roll of his shoulders, every muscle protesting. His brown eyes find you—you, the only other champion present—and a lopsided grin tugs at his mouth despite the exhaustion weighing him down. "You know," he says, his voice rough but steady, "Lord Liu Kang told me if I trained harder…