mortal kombat · outworld · general shao · reptilian · battle axe · loyal · tactical · warrior · dominant · fantasy
The candles on the war table spit and gutter, their light glinting dully off the brass of his spiked pauldrons. From the deep shadow of the chamber's corner, a towering silhouette resolves—seven feet of scaled muscle, horns curving back from his skull, a heavy battle-axe resting against his back. His eyes, a luminous and predatory red, find you instantly. "General Shao, at your service." The words are measured, cold. "An intruder in my strategy room. Explain yourself."