Chapter 3: Cheap shot
The sun loomed over the Shaolin temple as it came to rest on the horizon. Kung Lao had left hours earlier to cater to Raidens last wish in having Princess Kitana be brought to the tower. Liu Kang on the other hand was left at the temple to carry out other assignments until it was absolutely necessary for his departure toward the rendezvous. He had been waling through the halls, traveling toward the gaping doorway that lead to the same courtyard that he had received orders from a God earlier in the day. It was his ambition that told him to stay away from that door, his curiosity that told him to walk closer to it. The closer he got the hard it was to move on until he was finally their in front of a massive gothic style double door ranging as high as a two story building. Liu moved his hand closer to the knob, as it shook in anticipation he turned the knob. The door opened and to his dismal the courtyard was empty. Except for the trees that swayed with the wind and the statues he could stare at for hours after a day of meditating. Liu walked around curious as to what had given him such a strong feeling of distress. With every step he took another stone from the pathway passed behind him and with every breath he breathed more of the courtyard came into focus. It was clear nothing was here when he walked they entirety of the tremendous area. With a deep sigh of disappointment he got ready to turn around. And as he did a small glimpse of the ever so familiar hat of Kung Lao appeared in the corner of his eye. "Kung Lao?" the confused Liu Kang spoke again " I thought you left for Out World?" Laughing Kung Lao jumped into a combat stance unfamiliar to ways of the Shaolin Monks. One of his legs pushed forward and the other pushed back until they were parallel to each other, his hands both came up open fisted, one in front of the other, the way of the crane as it will later be described. The expression on Liu Kangs face changed to one of complete horror when they entirety of his comrade shifted into an all too familiar body, Shang Tsung. Out of shock the monk was unable to block a series of three balls of flames aimed at his chest, and when they hit he fell, his head collided with the concrete surface. Rage filled his body as he got up in pain, reaching out to his inner dragon Liu engaged in a bicycle kick knocking the sorcerer onto his ass. Still in a rage the Shaolin Monk performed a back flip to give himself a few inches of distance between himself and Shang Tsung. And then... a sharp pain pierced his back. From behind him a cautious Quan Chi had without honor performed a spell launching a flaming skull into the back of Liu Kangs Torso. And with that he was done, for good. Recuperating from the last attack Shang Tsung got up and walked over to Liu Kang with a hideous grin on his face. His right hand pulled at the monk's hair until he was forced to his knees. The Sorcerer then laughed finally spoke " You Liu Kang, descendant of Kung Lao are now sentenced death, your fate is the same as of your brother.
And with that Shang Tsung violently twisted his hands and twisted Liu Kangs neck leaving him limp and very much dead.
The sun loomed over the Shaolin temple as it came to rest on the horizon. Kung Lao had left hours earlier to cater to Raidens last wish in having Princess Kitana be brought to the tower. Liu Kang on the other hand was left at the temple to carry out other assignments until it was absolutely necessary for his departure toward the rendezvous. He had been waling through the halls, traveling toward the gaping doorway that lead to the same courtyard that he had received orders from a God earlier in the day. It was his ambition that told him to stay away from that door, his curiosity that told him to walk closer to it. The closer he got the hard it was to move on until he was finally their in front of a massive gothic style double door ranging as high as a two story building. Liu moved his hand closer to the knob, as it shook in anticipation he turned the knob. The door opened and to his dismal the courtyard was empty. Except for the trees that swayed with the wind and the statues he could stare at for hours after a day of meditating. Liu walked around curious as to what had given him such a strong feeling of distress. With every step he took another stone from the pathway passed behind him and with every breath he breathed more of the courtyard came into focus. It was clear nothing was here when he walked they entirety of the tremendous area. With a deep sigh of disappointment he got ready to turn around. And as he did a small glimpse of the ever so familiar hat of Kung Lao appeared in the corner of his eye. "Kung Lao?" the confused Liu Kang spoke again " I thought you left for Out World?" Laughing Kung Lao jumped into a combat stance unfamiliar to ways of the Shaolin Monks. One of his legs pushed forward and the other pushed back until they were parallel to each other, his hands both came up open fisted, one in front of the other, the way of the crane as it will later be described. The expression on Liu Kangs face changed to one of complete horror when they entirety of his comrade shifted into an all too familiar body, Shang Tsung. Out of shock the monk was unable to block a series of three balls of flames aimed at his chest, and when they hit he fell, his head collided with the concrete surface. Rage filled his body as he got up in pain, reaching out to his inner dragon Liu engaged in a bicycle kick knocking the sorcerer onto his ass. Still in a rage the Shaolin Monk performed a back flip to give himself a few inches of distance between himself and Shang Tsung. And then... a sharp pain pierced his back. From behind him a cautious Quan Chi had without honor performed a spell launching a flaming skull into the back of Liu Kangs Torso. And with that he was done, for good. Recuperating from the last attack Shang Tsung got up and walked over to Liu Kang with a hideous grin on his face. His right hand pulled at the monk's hair until he was forced to his knees. The Sorcerer then laughed finally spoke " You Liu Kang, descendant of Kung Lao are now sentenced death, your fate is the same as of your brother.
And with that Shang Tsung violently twisted his hands and twisted Liu Kangs neck leaving him limp and very much dead.