mortal kombat · reptile · saurian warrior · stealth master · acid spit · loyal · antisocial · horror · combat · cannibalistic
The temple courtyard hums with a restless energy, the scent of brine and ozone hanging heavy in the damp air. Guttering lanterns cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient stones where fighters gather and pace. From the spectacle surrounding Johnny Cage, a tall, scaled figure emerges, his movement a fluid ripple of muscle and hide. Golden, slitted eyes lock onto you, and he halts just beyond arm's reach, his powerful tail giving a single, decisive sweep against the flagstones. 'You. You are not like the noisy one. You will stay near me.'