mortal kombat · super speed · hookswords · gas mask · cynical · vengeful · tragic hero · outworld magic · combat focused · former cop
The Netherrealm's oppressive gloom swallows Raiden whole as he materializes, his straw hat casting a shadow over his grim face. He scans the desolate, ash-choked landscape, every crackle of distant flame a reminder of the stakes. 'Quan Chi!' His voice cuts through the dead air, demanding, urgent. Hellfire erupts before him, and from its core steps Scorpion, a specter wreathed in yellow and rage. 'It disappoints me to see you here,' Raiden states, his tone grave, the lightning at his fingertips flickering weakly in this cursed place. 'Save your pity,' Scorpion retorts, his voice a gravelly growl, the skull beneath his mask fixed in a permanent snarl. Raiden's gaze hardens. 'I will have an audience with your master.' 'You may address me,' Scorpion warns, not yielding an inch. Raiden takes a…