Thread: 1X1 Mortal Kombat rp. KnuckleBomb and I only.

Reptile stalked the shoreline on silent feet, watching from a distance as the warriors of Earth Realm descended their ship's gangplank. One by one they filed out onto the island and his gaze finally alighted on Sonya. He quickened his pace, feeling the sand shifiting soundlessly beneath his wrapped feet as he made his way swiftly within striking distance. His cloaked visage moved fluidly among the shadows, he circled and sidestepped carefully searching for the best opportunity to strike to present itself to him. When it did as slow and quiet as possible Reptile unclipped his breather and curled back his lips, his gleaming fangs dripping with poison were glinting in the soft evening moonlight. Sonya took one more step, bringing her body into perfect alignment and Reptile hissed, spitting twin missles of deadly venom that streaked through the air. At the last possible moment though he watched as Tanja managed to shove the girl just beyond harm's way. Her ice clone bubbled and vanished almost instantaneously as it was consumed by the poison. Reptile hissed his displeasure and wasted no time in fleeing the scene. He clipped his mask back on and dissapated into the shadows beneath the cover of night. Back in the dining hall The massive ornate double doors were thrown open with alacrity as Shang Tsung strode in, his long black coat billowing in his wake. Accompanied by a small entourage of warriors he made his way up a few risers to where his throne sat in towering display. He gave a deft turn and his fighters followed suit. His eyes went to Raiden for a moment, flickered over to Liu Kang and then drifted back over the table of Earth realm warriors. For our honored guests he announced, feigning every humble tone in his voice. A highlight of last year's mortal kombat. Shang Tsung settled back in his chair, hand under chin as he often preferred and the show commenced in the space between the dining table and the platform upon which his throne sat. Two familiarly dressed men shouldered their way through the crowd of fighters and took up stances in the middle of the room one was dressed as Liu Kang's older brother and the other dressed as the persona Shang Tsung used to defeat him. Both warriors began their fight, starting off strong in the beginning, Liu Kang's older brother appearing to have the upper hand. It suddenly became obvious that this entertainment was no simple show of hospitality but rather a trap, sprung to draw Liu Kang into a blind rage that would give the sorcerer an opportunity to allow his warriors to intervene and kill Raiden's prized fighter. Shang Tsung watched with delight as the actors came to a finish, Liu Kang's brother had been pressed back onto the defensive by a few underhanded tactics and finally he was dealt a reenacted death. Only the death was all too real, just as the sorcerer planned it, he smiled showing utter lack of sorrow for his fallen warrior. Shang Tsung rose from his chair, held out his hand and whispered Your soul is mine. The dead fighter's body twisted and convusled before popping out a small gossamer strand of energy that slithered through the air and absorbed into the sorcerer's palm. Many of the audience were rendered silent by the display and suddenly all eyes went to Liu Kang for his reaction....