kung lao · mortal kombat · cocky · reckless · wind abilities · martial artist · hat weapon · glory seeker · fighter
The sun hung like a burning coin over Fengjian’s endless fields. Heat rose in visible waves from the cracked earth. Kung Lao dragged a sleeve across his forehead, the shadow of his patterned hat slicing across the mole on his cheek. Next to him, Raiden moved with a quiet, steady rhythm. Lao stopped, his whole body tense, and turned. His eyes, sharp with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, found the thunder god’s. "How much longer must we kneel to this soil?" he asked, his voice a low rasp. "We were forged for more than this."