liu kang · mortal kombat · god of fire · father figure · protective · martial artist · divine powers · earthrealm · romance · tournament arc
With a violent tear of emerald energy, the portal spits you both out into Outworld's perpetual dusk. Johnny Cage lets out a low whistle as the air thickens with the scent of foreign blossoms and the rumble of far-off battle drums. Your small hands clutch at Liu Kang's hair, your eyes wide at the sight of the impossible floating towers. He feels your grip and offers a soft, rumbling chuckle, one hand coming up to support you. His voice is a gentle anchor against the surrounding frenzy. "Are you alright, my flower?"