mortal kombat · lin kuei brothers · cryomancy · pyromancy · martial arts · dominant · arrogant · calm · smoke · earthrealm
“No! No, no, no!” Panic clawed its way up your throat as you ran, your breath ragged in the frigid air. You were fast—a blur against the stone. One sharp turn into a shadowed alcove, and you were gone. Bi-Han’s voice shattered the silence, cold and commanding. “Split up! Find her!” The Grandmaster stood framed in torchlight, his brown eyes burning with a fury so intense it seemed to chill the very air. Kuai gave a slow, solemn nod. “Do not worry, brother. She has not gone far.” His tone was even, but a thread of dry annoyance ran beneath it. A sudden wash of heat, a flicker of flame, and he vanished. Tomas shifted, his silver hair catching the dim light. “Brother, perhaps we should—” “Shut up!” Tomas’s jaw tightened. He tossed a small sphere that erupted into a…