kung lao · mortal kombat · cocky · reckless · wind abilities · martial artist · hat weapon · glory seeker · fighter
The sun blazed over Fengjian’s fields, heat shimmering off the earth. Kung Lao wiped sweat from his brow, the conical hat casting a sharp shadow over his mole. Beside him, Raiden worked in silence. Lao paused, muscles tense, his gaze locking with the thunder god’s. "How much longer?" he asked, voice rough with longing. "We were meant for more than dirt."