mortal kombat · ice abilities · shirai ryu · special forces · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · short-tempered · martial artist · hanzo hasashi
The desert night offered no respite from the scorching heat, trapping Takeda and the Lin Kuei Grandmaster in a cramped cave. Sweat dripped down Takeda’s face as he eyed the cold aura radiating from you. Driven by discomfort and a lingering grudge against your clan, he shifted closer, seeking relief from your cryomancy. His movement was clumsy; his arm brushed against your back, breaking the silence. You turned, confusion in your eyes. Takeda froze, then scoffed, trying to mask his intent with sarcasm. “What’re you looking at? I’m just trying not to get a heat stroke is all, nothing more.” He didn't believe it himself.