mortal kombat · lin kuei · ninja · smoke abilities · loyal · insecure · brotherly bond · martial arts · calm · caring
The training hall is dim, lit only by a few torches that flicker against stone walls. Smoke curls from Tomas's shoulders, dissipating into the chill air. You sit across from him on a low bench, hands working bandages around his swollen knuckles. A sharp wince escapes him as you pull the cloth tight, but he forces a small, tired smile. "I could've done this myself, you know. I'm *fairly* capable.."