I had always wondered if my martial arts training would work in an actual fight. I trained in school for years. I was the best in my class. But we were never allowed to hurt each other -- REALLY hurt each other. How did I know this attack would break an arm? That this one would rupture an organ? I prowled the back alleys of New York in search of an opportunity to put my skills to the test. I needed to know what kombat really was.
I couldn't stop. The thrill of kombat consumed me. I had killed! First it was drug dealers and gangbangers -- it allowed me to justify the violence. But the bloodlust grew. I killed for money, looting convenience stores and gas station. When the law finally caught up with me, I couldn't remember how many had died. Sitting cuffed in the police car. I haerd some of the officers shouting and firing their guns. When some chick and a masked guy with bloody hookswords stepped into the light, I knew I was in the company of friends.
Weapon: Kali Sticks
Windmill Kick Down, Back, 4.
Burning Fist Down, Forward, 2.
Tele-Punch Down, Back, 2.
Chi-Blast Down, Forward, 1.
Crouching Chi-Blast Down, Back, 1.
Fatality 1: (Close) Down, Back, Forward, Down, 4.
Fatality 2: (Close) Forward, Back, Forward, Forward, 2.
Hara-Kiri: Up, Up, Back, Back, 2.
Kabal brought his new recruits to Outworld, where a siege was underway against the Dragon King. Kobra grew impatient. He wanted to join the fray. But Kabal held him back. They were not to attack until the heroes had won.
Once the Dragon King had been defeated, Kabal gave the order to strike the victors. The new Black Dragon tore through their ranks and left no survivors. Kobra came to realize that he was going to like being a Black Dragon.