#fatality!

For a monk who is trained to be a honorable warrior, he sure as hell possess such a overinflated ego. That is one of the flaws that the shaolin possessed that will lead him to his demise.

His last match against Scorpion didn’t go quite as smoothly back at the tournament. He thought this time things might’ve lean more towards in his favor now knowing what to expect from the ninja.

Unfortunately for Lao… it didn’t. And there he was, lying on the floor, face first onto the cold, hard floor. Covered in his own blood from the battle that have just taken place. Standing within a couple meters away, the spectre walks towards the fallen monk with his kunai at hand. Scorpion kicks Lao on the ribs resulting him rolling onto his back against the floor as he kneels down to pierce his throat.

The weakened monk grabbed onto Scorpion’s hand to stop the kunai from reaching his throat, but alas, such resistance won’t do him any good as the ninja pushes the blade down further towards the throat, inching closer and closer with more strength. Kung Lao’s soon has given out all of his remaining energy to push back Scorpion’s blade and soon feels the cold blade piercing through this throat, blood starting to leak out on the side and some pouring within causing him to choke. With there having feeling no more resistance from Lao, Scorpion pushes the kunai in deeper with all his might as he stared into the eyes of his opponent as he watches his life slip away.

“Ah master of killers, muse of slaughter.  You have crossed me and shall pay.”

Nyarlathotep exploded into a mass of giant tentacles.

“You inspire beasts, I inspire true evil!”

For @aqua-tan

Sweat, dirt, and a little bit of blood can be seen on one’s face and the blood flowing out from the cuts on his torso, forearms, and a bite mark that was left on his left arm with a small chunk of flesh ripped out from the result of the gruesome battle to the death with Baraka. The bite have made it difficult to defend himself, but luckily he managed to get through to the fight. With his hands now tightly gripping onto Baraka’s throat on the ground with a few loose strains of hair in front of his face, covered in sweat and dirt with a few cuts that were made from the tarkatan’s blades during battle.

Hanzo squeezes onto his throat tighter and tighter shutting his windpipe suffocating the tarkatan general. Baraka struggles to free himself from Hanzo’s grasp with little energy he has left. He extends his arms towards Hanzo’s face clawing and pushing his head away in hopes to make him loosen his grip. Hanzo resisted Baraka’s attempts to free himself and squeezes tighter with all of his remaining strength and ignoring the pain from the bite mark on his left arm.