Um...yea..you can't post that here.

Besides that, looks like the story has been going really good so far, with awesome help from SNC, and Chrome. Nice to have a few others drop by with their part of the story. Thanks guys.

The sounds of the guardian trashed through the halls. He was in a hurry. The marble floor cracked everytime the colossal weight laid pace upon them. The monochrome shineless armor moved towards the sunny entry hall.

"Leave none of her legacy"

His mouth was dry, just like the salty sands of his Seidan home. The thirst was fueled by the even drier winds as he marched outwards. The interlo-per tried to gain a lead, but the only thing she found was a gaping abyss where the monastery is built into the rocks itself.

Sophia: damn you! Damn you all!

Templar marched onward with relentless zeal. His hand was ready for the grab. Command has been given, and he didn't liked to leave a battle with-out closure. Grave has robbed him of a battle too.

Sophia: if I have to die in this wretched place, than you'll coe with me to hell, bastard dog!

Templar: I already reside in my hell. Save your breath.

Sophia snarled as she took out her weapon of choice and prepared for the inevitable. Not only could'nt she have a close up with Shang Tsung, now, an unphaseable monstrosity is about to kill her. Her chances were grim.

Templar: I'll make this easier.

Sophia lunged towards him with a bent aside flip kick, and landed upon the knight, kicking his visor downward, and grappling into the huge steel shoulders - however to stab him in the back would require much more. Sophia raised the stiletto and was about to slid it underneath the interlock-ing breastplates iron, when...

Templar: rest now. -the figure shifted, now Sophia was hanging right on Templars chest, staring with disbelief into the lightless sockets of his face. She would have screamed, but theere weas no air in her lungs. The sul-phurous wind has broken her, as Templar errupted into a rain of silvery raging serpents and then, everything was ovwershadowed.

***

Shang Tsung: success?

Templar: undoubtedly. -his figure has melted and the motionless body of the warrior slipped out underneath of the huge cape. Her body was hot and silent.

Templar: and thwe Tao The Zhan? -his emotionless sound echoed within only the helmet of choice. The plates rectracted showing his eyes and head, covered within chains and straps. From underneath, the huge trail of blackened hair fell out.

Shang Tsung: ah yes, the Tao the Zhan. -he smirked- Only two more of theese riddles to solve. And then...

Templar: omnipotence and omnipresence. He silently lauhged alongside the sorcerer. Both of them had the ultimate means of achieving their long deisred goals. Shang Tsung would undo his curse and banishment, defiant of the gods as always, and Templar....

Templar would set things right. He looked aside, out of the window. On the courtyard, hundreds of spectral beings gathered under flags and a shaved headed emissary looked upon the window.

Dairou: shamelesly powerfull..what has the world became? -he spat o0ut, and followed to organize the army which would bring just about the end of the world.

Yay, page 5........ God that's sad. Right, anyway.

Time goes by different in Nocturne since it's outside the reach of any other realm. Grave has been pondering on his next step. He stands up and snaps his fingers. The two women that were with him erupt back into flames and go back to the corner pits of his chamber. Grave closes his eyes for a second and scans the minds of countless beings. He sees what has transpired in the Hot Springs as well as the assault on Sophia by Templar. He gazes into the past through the mind of Shang Tsung's mind and sees his disposal of Catalyst as well. As Grave opens his eyes, he takes a deep sigh.

Grave: It's time to get my hands dirty again.

He channels some power through his hand in the form of red lightning and tears a hole in demensions. To him, it's as simple as a thought. He walks through the portal and arrives in Earthrealm, particularly, the Dark Forest, right outside the ninja outpost. He quickly ascends the tower from the front gate and from high above, he observes the entire facility. He also sees Koga hanging upside down on gaint cherry blossom tree, waiting for his execution. Grave's eyes shimmer with power as he makes his way down with unfathomable speed, leaving a faint trail of after images.

At this time, Koga is completely unconscious. Grave looks him over and is pleased with his newest speciemen. As he is about to free him, two guards approach and spot him.

Guard: Who's there!! Hold your ground!

Without even looking back, Grave creates two copies of his Cerberus blades by cutting his palms. Then in the blink of an eye, he slides backwards with the two blades extended, cutting the two guards in half. They don't even have time to take a breath for screaming as their bodies fall to the ground.

Grave once again approaches Koga. He closes his eyes and enter Koga's subconscious.

Grave: Wake up......your friends await you.

Koga: Ungh..........What? What do you mean? And who are you?

Grave: A....benifactor. Your two friends, Saika and Hatsuma are waiting for you. You are the final piece of a great puzzel. The three of you posses great power, but alone, you are weak.

Koga: You excpect me to believe you? Go to hell. Even if I did, I am in no shape to go anywhere.

Grave: Look into my mind. Picture your commrades in your mind eye and you shall see that I speak the truth.

Koga doesn't really back down since he has nothing else to loose by trying. As he pictures his friends, he does indeed see Saika, and the changes she has went through in what only seemed like a mere hours. From the almost shy and conservative ninja that he fought with to what she is now, a fully developed assassin with undiscovered power. He also sees Hatsuma, sporting his blue color with white hair.

Koga opens his eyes and then looks at Grave: What do i have to do?

Grave looks directly at him as his eyes shimmer with power before he answers.

Grave: Nothing.......

The next thing Koga sees is a bright flash and as his vision focuses, he finds himself standing on the ground. His wounds completely healed and his strength restored. He then hears Grave's voice in the back of his head.

Grave: Follow your instincts to their destination, all will be explained in due time.

Koga suddenly notices he's wearing a new ninja garb.

Koga: All right, time to get some answers.....

His eyes shift to those of a wolf as he dashes off, leaping off the roof tops of the outpost and into the dark forest with great speed.

Grave then appears in the same places Koga stood upon his reawakening. He has a dark grin on his face as he draws a rune in the air which begins to glow with power. A strong wind sweeps through the outpost, followed by an inhuman howel. The flames of torches around the outpost begin to converge into one focal point. The water from the surrounding rive begins to seap in as well. The fire and wate begin to dance and intertwine. With a burst of power, Catalyst is reborn.

Grave looks at the elemental's eyes. He puts his palms together and the armor the elemental was inprisoned in begins to seperate.

Grave: Now, regain your selves, our war is soon to begin.

In a bright light, the seperated armor covers two different elementals, one of water and one of fire.

Grave: Ah, Kain and Able. How does it feel to be individuals once again?

The two look at each other as their forms solidify.

Kain:.......B......brother.......

Both of them look at each other and then at Grave. They both bow before Grave as a sign of gratitude.

Grave: Now rise. This outpost houses the highest of ninja caliber. See to it that they are added to our ranks.

Kain/Able: Yes, master.

Grave then departs leaving the brothers to their assignment.

He arrives at the Shadow Monastery and walks through the courtyard. He makes his way through the ressurected army, runing into Dairou.

Dairou: Halt!!! Templar has told me of you. You won't pass with out a fight.

Grave completely ignores Dairou as he phases straight through him. He continues back into the monostary. Insulted Dairou comes after Grave with a hardy warcry.

Grave simpley turns around and sticks his hand out, grabbing Dairou be his face, and then slamming him backwards into the ground.

Grave: Fool, you're no match for my psycho power.

Grave pushes a bit harder, slightly breaking Dairou's nose before letting up and continuing into the monastery.

Dairou stands back up with w whirlwind kick. He notices that he's bleeding from the nose so he puts his finger to his bridge and then shifts it back into place.

Dairou: He's even stronger then Templar told me.....how can that be? Nobody can increase their skills that rapidly...

Grave makes his way to the central dome where the usuall meeting for the tournament would b held. As excpected, he sees Templar there as well.

Grave: I owe you a full match, no tricks, no surprises, only you and me.......

After defeating onaga sub zero returns to earthrealm,after arriving sektor appeared he says
Sektor:I have come to destroy you
Sub Zero:but how I
Sektor:shut up and fight
Sektor was no math for sub zero after the fight sektor says
Sekto:if I dont destroy you the new unit.......(he die)
sub zero returns to the temple but there was someone waiting for him it was the new robot
Sub Zero:who's there
?????:the one who's gonna kill you
Sub Zero:who's gonna kill me
Noobe:me, sektor turns me into a robot with the body of noob saibot
Noobed fire a misile that hits sub zero and left him in the ground noobed walk to him and says
Noobed:i have put you in the ground now i will leave for now(and he left the temple)
Sub Zero:I cannot tolerate this i will build a robot
sub zero then start building the robot with the body of one of his ancestor after he complete him he(like a cyrax but in blue) activate the program to destroy anyone sub zero says.sub zeri gave him the name JS,Js also as sub zero have the power over ice(he got it from the ancestor body)after giving him a name sub zero first mission for JS was to kill noobed.after some days Js found noobed he says
JS:i have come to destroy you
Noobed:really let see
JS quickly took the first attack and do a freeze blast to noobed.noobed was frezze and JS fire a misile to put and end to noobed
After js destroy noobed sub zero gave him the mission to kill liu kang,raiden,scorpion and shao kahn.sub zero send a message to liu and raiden to meet in a mountain.after liu kang and raiden got to the place JS do a mega freeze and freeze liu and raiden then he let a bomb to destroy the place in 2 minutes so that give him time to escape,after he was far away it explode liu and raiden were kill now the two left were scorpion and shao khan for luck shao khan was fighting with scorpion and he kill scorpion so the one left was shao khan so sub zero go to the place were shao khan was and he says
sub Zero:i have come to be in the place that belongs to me (outworld)
Shao Khan:really to do that you firs have to beat me
they start the fight,shao was dominating the battle sub zero know that he alone coul not defeat khan so he give JS the order to do a sneak attack while he was fighting with khan,JS deliver the final blow with his laser blade and cut khan.sub zero rise the head of shao khan to the army just that they know who was the new ruler of outworld.But after the battle JS says to him
JS:master can i ask you a favor
Sub Zero:sure what it is
JS:it will be a honored to fight you
Sub Zero:ok lets fight
So they begun a fight sub zero put all his power to the fight but he was no math for JS,he was beaten by JS he cant accept that so sub zero turn off JS program and then dismantle it so nobody can use him against him in the future.

-Shadow Monestary-

Saika finds her self in deep meditation, preparing her self for her next, and possibley final battle. She replays everything she's gone through during her stay here. She remember her assignement with Koga to exterimnate a pack of demons which she late learned where tarkata. She also remembers her first encounter with the seidan known as Templar, one of the few people who she could trust. Everything, from her first match, to her discovery of thi new power, and finlly,the image that grinds away at her, the near fall of Templar to her next opponent, Delta.

The ceremonial gong rings signaling the next match. Saika takes a deep breath and sighs.

"I guess this is where I see if I'm truely strong enough..." Saika charged up a small shadow flame in her hands and then struck the ground with her glowing palms, dissapearing from her location, and reappearing at the "launch pad" of the Shadow Monestary.

The Shadow Priests resided over he match up as usual with the Shadow Prophet acting as the head for the councile. As Saika looked around to see the last few contestants in the tournament, her eyes caught Templar, standing in the shadows, emittig a small orange light from his visor. She also saw the one known as Jericho magnus on the opposite side of the arena, wih Hatsuma by hs side.

Suddenly, her scan of the room was broken by the soun of small wave which entered the stadium. The wave traveled across the floor and stopped infront of Saika. It then shot upwards from the ground, with a splintering screach as it took the form of it's opponent. A solid black copy of Saika was standing across from the original, eyes glowig red. Though it could not speak, the message was clear, the nano colony known as Delta was mocking it's opponent. The clone tilted its head to the side a bit before shattering its frame again and recombining into it's original form.

"Enough of this.." said the Shadow Prophet. "We commence with next phase of battle. You're battle ground is the Volcanic Wasteland." The rest of the Shadow Priests surround the two fighters and begin to chant. Because the location is on the fringe of the realm, a special transport spell must be cast. Runes on launh platform that Delta and Saika stand on begin to glow with a purple light, as if dialing an address. Suddely a colomun of light shoots upwards enveloping the two fighters, instantly transporting them to the Volcanic Wasteland.

-Volcanic Wasteland-
A small pad in the middle of a flat terrain begins to light up, coincidentally, the pannel is located at Einhinder Castle, the same place where Catalyst was imprsoned. The panel lights up, with the same purple column of light shooting upwards towards the sky. What looks to be a shooting star comes down through the column and lands on the panel. As the light fades, Saika and Delta are now transported to their battleground.

Saika instantly collapses to her knees, covering her mouth with her hands. The sulfurs air and intense heat completely over take her. Delta on the other hand is completely uneffected. The nano colony is is built to resist extremely high temperatures. It comes at Saika full force with a brutal strike to her stomach, causing her to luanch upwards. Delta then turns, and comes around with swift spinning thrust kick, kicking Saika in mid air, and sendinger her soaring through the air, and into a nearby lava pit. It looks as if the fight is over before it even got started. However, Saika is able to use her razor wire and a kunai to create a grappling hoock and lunch it into a nearby pillar. She retracts the wire, and saves her self from an early death.

Safely landing on the ground, Saika retracts her razor wire, and concentrates while she kneels on one leg. Her shadow costume creates a metal face plate that filters out the sulfur, supplying hr with an ample amount of oxygen. She takes out her twin kudachi and crosses the blades infront of her. Channelig power into her weapon, it begins to glow with a dark aura. She then briskly seperates her blades unleashing an X shaped blast of energy towards Delta. It screams forward, cutting through the ground at amazing speed. The colony has no idea what to make of this and sinks into a guard, with its arms infront of it. The energy hits Delta dead on, causing it to break hi guard and stumble backwards. The impact was great enough to leave two dee groves in Delta's arms. Saika takes this split second to charge forward at the android. She comes in with full force, leaping into the air, and delivers several spin kicks to the nano colony's head, driving it backwards. With the last kick she bounces off of Delta, and shoots a shower of shurikens which lodge themselves into the androids body.

Delta lets out a screach as it's body is mangled by the foreign objects. But it manages to extract each one in a matter of seconds. It falls to its knees as sparks begin to spark from the numerous wounds. But within the next few seconds, the nano colony begins to replicate and it's wounds begin to heal. Realizing this, Saika can't afford to let it get up to full strength.She charges it one more with a torpedoe kick, but it's already too late. Delta has regained most of it's power and dispersses around the female ninja. It reforms behind her and snatches her up by her arms, locking them in place and lifting her up into the air. Delta applies even more pressure, almost to the point where Saika's arms could pop out of her sockets.

Saika screams in agony before creating a hand seal from behind her symbolizing "RYU" which means Dragon. A burst of shadow fire shoots out of her hands and straight through Delta's chest, causing him to let go as he's flung backwards by the blast. Saika collapses to the floor as she massages her arms to get some feeling into them. She doesn't have alot of time however since Delta stands back up with the whole still in its chest. It looks down at its injury and then at Saika. It forms it's face into that of a skull as it roars in anger at what its opponent has done. But before it could charge, Saika creates a windmill shuriken and launches it towards the nano colony, lopping its head clean off. The head falls to the ground, smashing into it's original, individual nanites.

Saika quickly dashes towards Delta, from different angles,slashing on every time she passes it by, litteraly dismentaling the nano colony. With her final blow, she delivers it to the colony's focal point, causing it to erupt, and loose its structure. Not willing to take a chance, Saika creates several hand seals which cause a strong wind to pick up and blow the nano colony into a nearby lava pool. The pool erupts with fire as the nanites fall in, and it looks like Saika has finally won this battle. She collapses to her knees in exhaustion. Suddenly a low rumbling is heard and the lava pool that Delta was swept into erupts again.

Saika looks in its direction and is instantly filled with fear as her eyes widen. Delta has survived the lava pit and has reconstructed itself. It begins to walk forward, first in a skeleton form, and then, as the nanites begin to replicate, it's full frame fills in once again.

"Can't be..." Saika muttered to herself.

Delta rushs Saika with a strong tackle, causing her to slide across the ground, scortched from Delta's still searing frame. She manages to stand up as her shadow armor reforms around the burn. Delta suddenly extends his arm out, growing it to incredible length and smashing Saika against one of the castle walls. The metal begins to burn Saika through her armor. It closes the distance and applies even more pressure to her frame. Saika is unable to move as the nano colony begins to come closer. Delta creates a blade out of its other arm and raises it to Saika's head level.

Frightened, Saika quickly uses an escape technique, by turning into a full shadow,and escaping as Delta is about to strike her with the blade, causing Delta to get lodged in the castle wall. Taking this opportunity, Saika comes up from behind Delta ad is about to strike it, but Delta's whole frame shifts bacwards, catching Saika off guard. She starts to back away, but Delta grabs her by her throat and lifts her into the air. It pulls back its blade and is about to impale her when she suddenly creates a shadow clone from behind Delta which uses the windmill shuriken to slice it in half, top to bottom. The nano colony drops Saika from its grasp as it begins to screach as its frame shatters. Thinking its over, Saika comes a bit closer to the destroyed nano colony. This would be her last mistake.

Delta quicly reforms itself into a gigantic spike that shoots through Saika's chest, impaling her straight through. Saika's eyes are left open wide, as she coughs up blood through her face shield. Her arms weakly grasp at the giant spike as her final action, but they soon fall as Saika's head hangs down. Unable to keep a concentrated state, Saika's shadow armor erupts and she's left completey nude. Delta retracts the spike as it reforms into its original shape. Saika's lifeless body then turns completely black, and fades out of sight in a pool of blood.

Delta's scans aren't picking up any life signs. The victory belogs to it, as it lets out an inhuman screach and makes its way towards the glowing pannel and is warped back to the Shadow Monestary.

"Your winner,by death, Delta" The shadow priest declared.

Up in the higher balcony Grave and Hatsuma leave the seen as the match ends. Templar still remains at his location, looking at his former opponent as his eyes glow more intensely


Hope you guys enjoyed that. I haven't written for some time.

He turned back. There was nothing much to see there, and the fight was over. Templar became weary of the tourney so far, and with a sigh he left the battleground.

She could have had a better closure. Damn that machine.

H strode down to the halls where everything was silent. Silence was his friend, as he could think in silence. He looked aside on the wasteland and looked down upon the courtyard. The tall black armored figure was stan-ding with tangled arms in the garden looking at him. His white eyes and hair were showing his naturally born arrogance of a noble. He nodded and with shaking his head he strode off for the gates with his naginata in hand.

"remeber, the undead army is onyl controllable now with holding their craving in great value. Only then can you use them at your will. Consider this carefully.

...and now my friend,my foe, we go separate paths. I have done my part of this sacriledge, now it is up to you to march down on Seido. My time is now over. Let Koshaku rest as a fallen seidan ever since the first battle."

Templar smirked under the helmet, and quickly strode down to the under-cellars, keeping an eye on hotaru's distancing character. He was most pleased that the charade is nearing an end. To what end, and if there was a purpose, he didn't care about.

***

Shang Tsung placed the bonechisel and the scalpel down on the golden plate and looked at his work: Templar's uncovered torso layed before of him, with several closed scars. Fresh scars.

Shang Tsung - the flesh and thebone's were placed as you like, and unnecessaryities have been cut out. This was a risky threatment from you, concerning your body.

Templar - I know. I don't want to give anyone the opportunity to shatter anything vital. How mh i have left with this?

Shang tsung - well, if constant strain is your birthright, without rejuvenati-on you would last a moth. Nothing more. Threating your wounds would be easier, but helaing is another factor...

Templar - there won't be healing.

Shang Tsung - heh, how could I forget. Now, the good news is that the tao Te Zhan is but one riddle far from completion. With that unlocked I will have ultimate power and means of eternal life. Why don't you never long for grandiose I will never know... -he shook his head.

Templar - master, it is not as easy as you may take it. I have been wrecked beyond redemption, yet I struggled, made my way up again. Surpassing even. I achieved what no mere mortal could do. You have also lasted for thousand years now, have you? Now there you go.

Shang tsung - well, he Seidans certainly will have good use of my spectral army. There will be a debt you know. Aside that, there is noone to cheat on again. how desolate Outworld became for the next years..sigh.

Templar - and the fool Magnus?

Shang tsung - ....what could he possibly bring up? Nothing worse than Quan Chi, an I can tackle with such power. It depends, this will struggle on for a long time. I care not. I don't deal in "if's".

Templar - sound of rapidly interlocking joints shroud his head again- well, anyhow, the Bon Priests will show themselves again at the crucial point, and everything will come down to one particular solution. Most probably it will be the end of me.

Shang Tsung -uninterested- probably.

Templar - use the Tao Te Zhan fast, for Raiden, Shao Kahn, anyone could strike at a moment. I will lure much of theese evildoers aside, and finish them off for you. If I survive, count on my graditude and services. As for now, there are a few perticular problems what io must take care of.

-walking down the corridors-

Shang Tsung - you've spent countless hours on dwelling the resources and parchments. Have your search been of use to you? And for me?

Templars - definitely. The sectists will come after you, and me, but there would be only death. Take their souls, there are none who would be extra-important for us. Once I am done with them, or they with me, they shall be weakened enough for you to descend down to their hives, and burn out this cancer. They irk Seido and us. And with the power of the book, that shouldn't be too difficult.

And now, there is another challenge for me.

Wanton smell of decay swept through the halls as they opened the doors. Several of them were already dead, white bones were all but left from them, as hot air swept throught their nostrils again.

Shang Tsung: quite a mess. I wonder what coulod someone possibly want in my basement of secrets?

Templar looked around and as he spotted one candle untouched he threw a small silk of him at the item, setting it aflame. The silver line retracted an instant later.

Templar: dimly lit.

Shang Tsung: Oni's smell better than this. This is ridiculous, I possess the greatest artefact of aknowledged wisdom, and someone wants to rob me of my trinkets?

Templar: no, he doesn't. Everything is untouched.

They moved down the corridor, slowly aproaching the lower chambers. A dimly lit, but shining chamber appeared infront of them. T'was the ground where Templar matched might with the goddess.

A single decrepit interloper was standing in the circle, the dust as a curtain rolled down in the rays of moonlight. It's almost teethless smile opened up to reveal the decayed throat of the creatures face, no longer thirsty for anything.

-I thought you would find your way down here, afterall... ...I took the bravery to get me theese things for me, instrumental they are...

Shang tsung: Templar terminate this idiot, I have better things to do! -as so he turned back with a hint of his hand and much to Ahmose's appale-ment, he left him with the guardian knight of the sorcerer.

-Your masters ignorance is only surpassed by the pains he will suffer for that insult... ..and you are to stop me...

Templar: choose to flee.

-Are you indeed that mad, young one? Do you truly think that I would...
...just leave everything behind after such oppotrunity? -the creature was clearly mad.

Templar: then you die.

-Hahahaha, care to test your mettle? Odd... I have never met somone so dumb as you... ...I will feast on your heart and....

Templar: I do not have a heart minion. I am not such as you.

-Then whata re you my amusing little prey? ... please enlighten this aged mind of your true stane. Hahaha, die with the inane question of who are you! -and so he launched himself at the knight.

Templar: I am POWER OVERWHELMING! -and by saying so, he braced himself with the arms and the two massive shoulderplates as Ahmose flew right into it's cover. A soundy clang of decrepit flesh hitting pure metal and a short hiss. The decaying and rotten-infested body shook and raged in the grasp of the two gauntlets. The clawing screaming of the insane ancient undead echoed within the massive helmet, and brimmed with loathing. As the legs and arms flailed around seeking a nonexistant opening on the armor, he tried to pierce the helmets visor with it's elongated swarm of beetles. However as they hit the brimming surface of the plate, they scremaed in disintegration as the flow of the surface liquid tore them apart. Ahmose was in no means capable of coming up with the most basic of attacks or ideas.

Templar: you annoy me maggot!

And by punding his palms fingers under the ribcage and taking grasp at the nearby bone plate...

Templar: your pathethic dreams of achievements mean NOTHING TO ME!

and he swung his arm upward releasing a fopuntain of dry black blood and a loud disgusting crack. The fore tore through the chests cavity and released Ahmose from his burden for the time of being.

(I'm following the tournament's status; so forgive me if I'm off)

Syn had managed to safely make it through his past matches, taking out all of his foes ruthlessly. He'd still had Mychau's blood on his gi, staining the black cloth. He sneered under his black mask, bleeding from his lower lip. He'd be optomistic this whole time, and he'd been involved in some rough scuffles, but he's managed to prevail. He drew his blade and whiped the blood from it.

Syn wasn't someone who'd normally stop to rest, but this time he had. He knew that his time in this realm, Outworld, was tainting his soul. Those who he had come across and killed, had added to the evil gathering in his blade. He knew very well that he'd begin to become evil. This realm and the beings in it were changing him.

Syn awoke at the movements from afar. He sensed something approaching, and he knew it wasn't good. His next challenger, Camialla. He rose and dusted off his gi, but just as he had, he'd been greeted with a kick straight to his chest, knocking the lean ninja back. He slammed into a tree, and was quick enough to roll out of the way of a spiraling projectile that shattered the bark from the tree.

The shadow ninja felt his aura corrupt him , and he looked up with bloodshot eyes at his opponent, and Camialla looked back at him with the same aggrivated look. Syn knew this wouldn't be his last battle, he knew that there would be one or two more after this one. He had to make it, though. He drew out 3 shurikens and tossed them at his foe, who quickly dove out of the way, but was caught by the edge of one ninja-star.

Syn felt himself weakening inside, but strengthening outside, he was stronger, he felt. He leaped against the tree, with almost demonic strength and landed a drop kick into Camialla's face, knocking his foe backwards. As quick as he was to get up, Camialla was as well, matching the corrupted ninja's speed. Syn could see the same corrupt essence grasping hold of his foe as well, and with each kill, they came a step closer to winning.

Syn wasn't stupid, he'd fought this foe before, and Camialla clearly had the upper hand before and bested Syn. He sneered and drew out his tainted katana and charged the opponent with unholy speed and struck with a fake, he quickly pulled back his blade, knowing Camialla would block it and Syn brought his foot up in a straight kick, hitting Camialla right in the chin. While Camialla was stumbling back, Syn pushed another kick square into his foe's chest, then grasped at Camialla's throat and hoisted the surprised being off the ground.

"So, this is where we stand...Both of us tainted by the same evil...only to be devoured by it in the long run..."

With its Cold Metal...

Its nighttime at The Kuatan Palace. The hot, humid air matches the dry smell in the entire palace. The molten lava sizzles and pops ever so slightly in the back ground. It is a massive arena, with stadium seats to match its massiveness. In the center of this grand arena lies a circular platform with the all to familiar Dragon symbol. A sign of that surprisingly means life, instead of death. Just outside of this arena is the statue of the great warrior Goro, the once grand champion of Mortal Kombat. His memory forever immortalized in unbreakable stone. Inside the arena there are the faces of fallen Shokan warriors surrounding the platform of “Life”. There face’s are carved out of marble and are absolutely flawless, with there Angered emotions caught so perfectly, they intimidate even the most bravest warriors. And tonight they stare down upon two fighters who show no fear under the Faces of the Fallen Shokan.

In a flurry of kicks and punches, a mere man fights it out with Hells deadliest warrior. A yellow armored clad ninja complete with sword moves so fast its almost blinding , but the mere man seems to keep up with him, meeting each punch and kick with his own. His face is bashed and bloody, the cut above his eyebrow is gushing blood out , blinding his vision as it trickles down his face and on to his neck. Haigan’s stands with his gray shirt with a black long sleeved shirt under stained with his blood and his opponents blood that gives it the color of crimson stripes and splashes. His knuckles are bruised and bloody from hitting his opponents face mask witch is made of hard steel. He looks as though he’s been to Hell and back. But he stands firm in his fighting stance with his sword drawn and waits for his opponent to make the first move. His opponent the Hell-Spawned Ninja also stands firm with just as many wounds as his opponent. His face mask is cracked and the swelling on the left side of his face has blinded him. His lower abdomen is punctured, the blood that leaks out seems coagulated as if he already dead. His colorless eyes stare back in a ghostly gaze that would freeze any normal man in Fear. But Haigan is no normal man.

For a moment all is quiet and the air seems to grow thin as if all the oxygen has been sucked out. There is not a sound, the lave surrounding the platform stops it sizzling and popping, and time comes to a stand still. Then in the blink of an eye Scorpion charges his opponent and Haigan begins his charge. There swords collide in loud clang. There’s a flash of light as they scrape off each other and in blinding speed they begin there onslaught on each other. Swords colliding making a flash of light every time they meet. Muffled screams of pain are heard, and blood can be seen flying every which way. Staining the gold dragon beneath them. Both fighters showing no signs of fatigue continue to slice away at each other both fully determined to win the battle or to drop dead. Or in Scorpions case, until he loses conciseness. The fighting rages on and Haigan feels a great turning sensation In his stomach and his vision seems to turn a different shade of color. The Color of Crimson. He sees his opponents blood and urns for it, to drink it, to indulge himself its warm liquid. Then in another loud clang and another flash of light both swords hit each other with fierce tenacity causing both fighters to fall back from the force of the blow. Haigan senses a chance to end the fight and quickly recovers from the attack, and thrusts his sword forward at the Hell-Spawned ninja who temporally seems stunned. But Scorpion was merely playing opossum. He side steps Haigan and brings his sword at a vertical angle above his head. Haigan barley comprehends what just happened until he’s smacked square in the chest with the blunt side of Scorpion’s sword sending him across the platform. He hit’s the back of his head on the stone and rolls over but quickly nips up. But he nips up on the facing the wrong side of his opponent. He turns around fast but not fast enough for right before Scorpions spear plunges into his chest with its Cold Metal--

The Kuatan palace melts away. The dry smell is replaced with another smell...the smell of blood. Haigan finds himself staring up at a Dark sky with a fierce Red Rain pouring down on him. He is on his knees and feels someone’s hand curled around his neck. He tries to break the grip but his strength is not with him. He slowly looks up at the person choking him and is surprised to see it’s a woman... with a wings. He sees her mouth moving and sees her fangs but cant make out anything she’s saying. Then the woman looks up at the sky and blood drips down her neck and there’s a Sharp Piercing Pain in his neck and then--
Haigan wakes in his bed in a cold sweat. His hand jumps to his neck and the piercing pain has reduced to a soft throbbing sensation. He sits up trying to comprehend what just happened. He looks to the nightstand next to his bed and stares down at a ancient piece of paper with a Dragon symbol on it. It is from the Thunder god requesting his assistance. It says for him to meet Sonya (his close Friend-Love) and she will take him with her to some dudes island. Shang something. Haigan gets up gets dressed and goes to Sonya hoping to find out some answers. And also to find out who the hell this Raiden is.

TBC

Grave was walking through the monestary. He had nothing left to do. His pieces were in place, and the only thing the remaind was to wait for this little game to conclude. His more of his power was restored, and with Tsung close to unlocking the Tao The Zhen, it would only be a matter of time before the realms were torn to pieces. On all honesty, Grave was getting bored of this game of "cat and mouse" He decided to spar for a bit in order to release some of his built up tension.

Wandering into a delapitated portion of the monostary, he believed that it would make for a sutible playground. Most of the roof has caved in, showing the sky, and many, if not all of the support columns were demolished. Cracking his neck, and tightening his fist he stepped forward into the center of his new play ground.

"The smell of death is rich in this section....A lot of material to work with." he stated. Reaching his hand outward, he channeled his crimson energy through his fingertips as it began to dance across the floor. The floor, or at least what remained of it began to shake violently as hands began to reach out from the ground.

One after another, warriors killed in this tournament, as well as previous battles began to rise from the ground, surrounding Grave. There were at least several dozen of them, all surrounding him in a circle of death.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Have at me." Grave growled. The warriors all swarmed Grave at once like tidal wave. Each one pileing on top of another. However, with a display of power Grave would cast each one of them off, thereby escaping their gang up. The warriors started to attack Grave one at a time. One of them came at him from behind, sword raised in the air and ready to strike down. Grave simply came around with a knife hand strike, imbude with his power and sliced the warrior in half. Dark blood spilled onto the floor as warrior was slashed in half and fell to the ground.

Another warrior came at Grave from his side with a swift right hook to Grave's open face. But once again, Grave dodged the attack, as he spun around the warrior, grabbing him from behind. He grabbed at the warrior's throat, filling him with power, turning him into a bomb. As Grave finished his spin around, he leaned down, and through the warrior over his side, and into pack of other undead assailants. As they tumbled, the one thrown detonated shortly after, taking out all three of them. For a moment, the attacks ceased as the undead began to step back. However, that didn't last long as they all began to charge Grave one after another from all angles.

"Now things are getting interesting." Grave mumbled. He delivered a backfist to one of the warriors behind him, caving his fragile skull inwards. As another one approached him from the front, Grave created his blade and swung forward with an enormous amount of power, slicing straight through the undead warrior. The wave of power continued to travel forward, disecting several other undead assaillants. Grave created a second version of his blade, and ran straight into the crowd, slashing at them left and right. With each slash a bit of power was released as the undead bodies began to pile around Grave's feet one after another. One of the warriors who attacked him came at him with a battle axe. Grave positioned the sword to let the axe slide down the blade's forked center, trapping it inside. He then tossed both his blade, and his opponent's axe into the air, and delivered a vicious combo of plam strikes to the undead opponent's chest before delivering one final blow which caused the undead to fly backwards, hitting one of the pillars, and exploding on contact.

Grave extended his hand outwards and grabbed his blade as it came down. One of the undead opponents managed to get behind Grave and was about to strike him down with his sword when Grave simply blocked backwards with his own as he kneeled down. He delivered a swift sweep to the opponent's ankles, knocking him off his feet. Turning around with a rising slash, Grave cleaved his opponent in half. Feeling that it was less of a challange with his sword out, Grave disintegrated it in his hand, instead, substituting it for his arm blades.

"How dissapointing." Grave thought. He ran at his opponents with a whirlwind kick, smashing two of them in the chest. As the rest began to charge at him, he was able to make short work of them by cutting them down to size with his arm blades, be it from the front, from behind, or from either side, the warriors fell just as swiftly as more took their place. Grave sliced one warrior's head cleanly in half, while tearing another one's top half off with his bare hands. One warrior had her spinal column shattered by a bear paw strike through his side causing her to collapse to the floor. As one warrior tried to claw at Grave's face, he only got close enough to feel Grave's long hair brush through his fingertips before being launched into the air by a mighty uppercut. As he came down, Grave jumped up with a spinning roundhouse kick, shooting him into several more warriors, causing them all to shatter.

Only several warriors remaind out of the several dozen. Completely dissapointed with his exercise, Grave decides to end this in one move. His arm glows with power and as it begins to surge he spins around dragging his arm across the air, releasing a sickle of power that travels towards the remaining warriors, incinerating them instantly. With his exercise over, Grave leaves the hallowed grounds which are now completely stained with blood.

Camialla had escaped; Syn was left holding nothing in what seemed to be a flash of light. That score would have to wait to be settled. He was standing in a completely different arena.

Syn cocked his head, to catch sight of a blood bath. His eye twitches and his brow raises. He'd seen this before, he'd done this before! The very actions a warrior had taken had brought flash backs for the ninja.

Syn's eyes caught the glimpse of a leaving warrior, Grave. Syn narrowed his eyes as he watched the broken body lie on the floor in the blood. The ninja was your typical ordinary ninja, something most of these warriors weren't. Syn had defeated them all, killed them, with their special powers and fireballs.

The ninja fell to his knees, grasping his chest and he began to shake, the tainted soul inside him finally taking effect. Soon enough to pain seemed to be coming not from his chest, but from his sword. The blade was aching for another kill, another evil soul to add to its collection.

He stood, dusting his torn gi off. He stands in the pool of blood, in the broken remains of a fallen warrior. Syn took to the shadows, following Grave. Syn's vengence was vanquished, but his blade was thirsting.

Syn was close behind his quarry, when Camialla attacked again. The fighter struck from nowhere, hitting Syn in the stomach and knocking him back. He quickly doubled back, flipping up onto his feet. Syn wasn't going to let his foe escape this time.

Syn doubled back, pivoting as Camialla came with a whirling punch at him, missing narrowly as Syn dropped an elbow into Camialla's back. As Camialla was going down from the attack, Syn brought his knee up, hitting his enemy in the stomach, knocking the air out of Camialla. Syn brought his palm down on the spine of his enemy, knocking Camialla onto the floor. It was clear that this time, Camialla was no match for Syn, not this time.

Syn needed to finish his foe, and the same way Camialla had beaten him the first time. Camialla came rushing at Syn as he was crouching, at that time, he flipped over and launched Camialla into a wall. Syn leaped on his foe, blade exposed, as he pulled it above his head, Stabbing it into his enemy's exposed chest.

Syn twists his blade, pulling it out and then slashing at his foe's arms, and neck, spilling his foe's blood all over the floor. Syn turned his head and looked around, only to see that he'd lost track of Grave. He had been completely side-tracked by his last challange.

Syn brushed his gi off and put his blade in his sheath, the blade glowing with evil, corrupted energy. Syn's body constricted his soul, his tainted aura was destroying him from the inside out. His bloodshot eyes showed his restlessness, and how his journey was soon going to end.

"I need to find the end of this tournament ; I need to finish this. I will not be able to return to my home if I continue to remain in this realm."

Syn began to walk the path again , trying to follow Grave, or until his next challenge presented itself.

(( hi sorry to interupt i wound have gave somone an IM but its dissabled at the moment and i was wondering what exactly is this thread about ))

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Ghostdragon

Syn's path lead him nowhere. He again felt the burning pain from inside his chest, causing him to clutch at where his heart would beat. He tore his mask from his face and panted, spitting blood onto the floor. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

Syn was being eaten alive by the corrupt spirits tearing at his soul, literally eating away with each sin he'd committed, each enemy he'd slain. He'd successfully completed his task of revenge, slaying a good half of the Tarkatan army. He drew his sword and cut his arm, drawing a "darker-than-crimson" blood, dripping onto the floor. He looked up to see shadows closing in on him. He pulled his mask back on and gathered his composure.

Syn's body couldn't hold on much longer, he knew that he'd soon be joining them. He saw the darkness closing in, and a portal ahead. He knew he couldn't continue back home, because he'd bring the darkness with him. He cast his blessed blade, the only thing keeping him alive, into the portal, along with his chained harpoon, holding the blade with it, guiding it to any place in the world. He let out a painful groan as the darkness struck him like a blade, piercing his chest and spilling the dark blood all over the place. He fell to the floor, taking the shurikens between his fingers and cutting his own throat, falling to the floor as he died in his own pool of blood. He'd killed himself before the darkness could totally devour him.

How do you do al that things ???







|ScorpioN|

Well, if we're going to use the same thread for the 4th tournament, I'll see If I can get things started. *cracks fingers*

The sun of Outworld was setting on the Wasteland horizon. The twin moons of the realm were already high above and a cold wind past through the canyon walls of this desolate stretch of land. Several tarkata have captured a caravan of travelers. They bound them to large stakes which stuck up from the barren and carotid rock which made up the wasteland floor. It seemed as if the mutated race of warriors was going to dine well tonight. Slowly, one by one the travelers were cut down from their stakes and thrown into the bon fired which roared, and soared to over an impressive 18 feet in height. The screams echoed through the canyon walls as they were burned, and then ripped apart limb from limb. However, one traveler remained silent through out the ordeal. He was the last to be taken down, falling witness to the savage rituals the tarkata performed. The prisoner was wearing black and red as a design. His body was covered in a single body suit made of what seemed to be leather and his arms were exposed, revealing several deep scars. His face was covered with a black and white mask, along with a crimson hood. With his hands and feet tightly bound to the stake, escape wasn't an option.

One of the tarakta came closer to the captive, hunched over, blades fully extended and mouth soaking with drool as well as blood, and pieces of flesh still hanging on his teeth.
"Do you not wish to scream? Perhaps. beg for mercy before we tear you apart?" He asked.

The captive remained silent, head hung low.

"Do you not speak? Say something worm! Or would you rather I remove that mask and slit your throat open, removing your tongue in the process?" He continued.

Still, the captive said nothing.

Infuriated, the tarkata extended his left arm blade forward, bring it up to the prisoner's neck. His eyes glowing yellow with hatred, and his mouth watering. The very sight could make even the most hardened of warriors tremble in fear. However, the warrior still remained silent. Through the slits in his mask, he had a defiant, almost cocky look. Having had his patience drained, the tarkata extended his other blade and jammed it into the masked figure's forehead, and out the back of his head. Crimson blood began to trickle from the, now dead prisoner's head, and down the tarkatan's blade, and onto the floor. As it hit the rock it started to sizzle on contact. The tarkatan warrior quickly pulled his own arm blade out, only to have the blood melt it completely, and surge down into his arm, causing it dissolve, and eat away at the flesh. In a furry, the tarkatan warrior sliced his own arm off, to prevent any more spreading. He managed to do this just in time as the arm fell to the ground, and began to rot instantly.

Grabbing a hold of his wound he turned back to his tribes men. "Cast him in..." He sneered. The others cut down the body and cast it into the fire, it began to burn instantly, and much quicker than the others. Soon, there was not much left of the body, only a charred corpse laid in its place. As the night continued on, the tarkatans feasted on their capture, the one with the wound took particular pleasure in devouring the charred flesh off of the final corpse, the masked man.

With the fire still roaring, the tarkata began to feel drowsy, it's been some time since they've had such a full filling kill and decided that it was now a time for rest. Each one marked their territory by spilling their blood on it and then went to sleep up against the canyon walls. As the night went on, the fire began to die out rapidly, odd since it was a warm night and their was hardly any wind. It felt as if something was sucking the life out of the fire, everything down to the last ember.

The one armed tarkatan began to stir in his sleep. Tossing back and forth on the canyon floor, he began to have dreams of the masked figure. The image of him slaying the prisoner, as well as the constant, burning memory of the defiant stare he gave him. There was something about it that made him feel uneasy as almost every other image was that of the masked figure starring at the tarkatan, before bleeding from his eyes. Inside of the tarkatan's mind, the image of the figure starring at him began to haunt him. His eyes never tearing away, even when he was cast in the flames, his lifeless eyes were always poised on the one armed savage. His body began to experience a painful sensation, his body temperature rose, and he too began to feel as if he was being burned in the bon fire. Letting out a horrifying shriek of anger he awoke from his dream in a frenzy.

His comrades awoke at his sound, and were confused at the sight. Their fellow comrade has gone completely insane, seeing as this might pose a threat, they extended their own blades, and surrounded the crazed tarkatan. Each one attacked with full force, fully intent on killing the crazed mutant, and each one fell lifeless just as quickly. The tarkatan's speed was immeasurable, even for one who went into a Battle Frenzy, this was not natural. The first of his comrades who attacked found himself on the receiving end of a crushing blow to the side, which caused his vital organs to rupture, and spill forth as his shattered bones ripped through his flesh.

With another roar, the formally handicapped tarkatan regenerated his arm in a cloud of blood and extended his own blades once more. Now there was no choice but to kill him. The remaining four warriors each charged their former comrade, the first of which was avoided as the crazed mutant leapt over him and sliced the one behind him into four pieces. Reaching backwards, he stuck his blades into the first tarkatan's shoulders, and pulled forward, tearing his arm off instantly. As the warrior wailed in pain, he finally collapsed to the floor in silence. The other two began to flee but didn't get far as they were both nailed from behind by their former ally. His blades struck them through their spines, and continued upwards, splitting their upper halves in twine as they let out their final cry of agony.

Standing there, in a pool of carnage the remaining tarkatan took both blades and stuck them through his neck. Giving a quick twist, he decapitated himself instantly. However, instead of his body falling limp to the floor of the canyon, it remained standing. Something inside of him was moving, tearing through his skin, and pushing outwards. With a sickening snap of the bones inside, and a massive explosion of blood, the tarkatan's body was blown into pieces, and standing in his place was a new figure. This man had, not human, nor Edenian. He had long black hair, and a familiar black body suit. Reaching back, he pulled his hood over his head and placed a familiar white mask over his face. Remaining ever silent, he exited out of the canyon walls with an ominous dominance.

"I tire of these games. Soon, the final pieces shall be put into place, and Nocturne will be at the head of it all once again." he spoke to himself as he continued to press forward, into the Wasteland night and through the desserts of Outworld.

Nice, i think SNC could use a little more help people

Yes, i assume we're still using this thread since the characters all tie in somehow. Let's get those stories up and running

As the fighter traversed the wastelands, he could feel that the realms were starting to collapse in on themselves. Violent tremors and constant eruptions of volcanic ash made it clear that it wouldn't be too long before everything would come unglued. As he amde his way forward, he would eventually reach the end of this arrid desert, and come to a portal that would take him to his next destination. Outworld, though vast was still mostly in shattered pieces, and therefore was less than complete. The fighter, wrapped in a red cloak new of this devistation all too well. He was there when Kahn decieved Onaga once before, thrusting him and his Dragon Mages to fall into what seemed like oblivion. Onaga's replacement ment the instability of the realm, seeing as he was appointed through the One Being's consciousness to rule until a time when the One Being could find a vessel and return in full force. Because of Kahn's lack of foresight and arrogance, Outworld would become unstable, the Dragon King's highest mages were the ones who kept the realm together, constantly passing the One Being's energy through out it's existance at a slow pace, keeping things in order. Kahn realised this fact too late in his conquest and had to apoint several of his own sorcerers, including a young Shang Tsung in order to constantly channel the energy.

However, to this day, they only treat the problem, instead of providing a cure. It later became necessary for Kahn to take other realms and merge them into Outworld, sedating the corruption and eventual dematerialization of his domain. Through Mortal Kombat, many more realms were lost, ones like Zattera, home of the reptoid race and the Maetriarch. Kahn had dug himself into a hole he couldn't get out of, the fool. Because of this, Outworld had become a broken shell of the much larger realm it once was, the forgotten realm of Nocturne which "mysteriously" vanished. Now, a realm in pain and dissary Kahn has resorted to using portal transfer to span large gaps in the realm where access would otherwise be restricted. With Kahn's unsuccesful conquest of Earthrealm, the center of the One Being's already broken conciusness, Outworld is on the brink of complete and total self annihilation.

The figure's eyes gazed absently into the lavender skies above him, the thick smoke clouds and heavy air was a sure sign of an impending firestorm. He sank once more into his thoughts as he continued his trek.

"And the Elder Gods?" He asked himself the question before answering it. "What use were those cretens anway?" He thought with a strong distaste. They were part of the problem. Too afraid of taking charge and doing what was necessary to keep Onaga in power, they sat idley by, and watched As Kahn's rise to power plunged the realms into chaos. His own realm had vanished because of their actions, now obscured under a veil of nothingness, yet still very much there. The fighter was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of crackling thunder. In a bolt of power, the thunder god Raiden appeared before the nomadic warrior. Strange, by all accounts, Raiden would usually be powerless here. The realm was further along in it's own destruction then he had thought.

"What business have you here?" The god asked him.

"I have no obligation to answer to the likes of one like you, thunder god." the nomad answered back.

"If you test my patience, rest assured, I will destroy your fragile body." Raiden answered with obvious contempt.

"You're vision has become obscured thunder god. Had you been the guardian you once were, you would see not to test my strength." The nomad said in a calm manner.

The thunder god was furious, he would not stand to being tested by the likes of a mortal. Without a second's hesitation, his body surged with power as he unloaded a bold of lightning into the fighter. Striking him directly into the chest, the fighter's body collapsed onto the ground. "You should've known your place, this may have been avoided." The thunder god said as his eyes sparked with energy.

"And you, above anybody else should know that it's dangerous to assume anything about anyone, foolish god." The fighter stood back to his feet, surging with energy. His body was still laced with Raiden's lightning.

Clenching his fist, the fighter gathered the remaining bolts of power and fired it back at the god in the form of his own black lightning bolt, striking Raiden in his chest. The god was blown backwards, crippled to the floor. He stood up shortly after in shock.

"What are you exactly?" he questioned the warrior.

"Neither mortal, nor diety. Simply an avatar." He responded " I warn you Raiden, do not stand in my way. I have no quarell with a lesser god, but if you insist on interferring, I'll have no choice but to put you down like a dog." The figure moved forward towards the kneeling god, extending his hand.

Begrudingly, the thunder god accepted the offer and pulled himself up. Looking his assailant over with a more careful eye, he saw what he truely was. "Why would you be here of all places? Especially now that the Mortal Kombat tournament has...." he stopped himself after realising his purpose. "So has it truely become that necessary that you would throw yourself in as a contestant?"

"To a point." The fighter answered.

With only a nod, the thunder god vanished in a streak of lightning. Looking towards the lavender sky once more, The fighter pressed onward, now leaving the barren wastelands and coming into the Living Forest.

After his death, Syn descended into the Netherrealm. His body shot through the fires of Hell as his body hit a platform where he lay for days; weeks, even months. The ninja awoke, his eyes seemingly gone blind. He was surprised he was alive, or something close to that.

He couldn't think, there were voices in his head screaming, telling him evil, sinister things. He turned in circles as hordes of oni circled him, staring at the wraith that was amongst them, bewildered by his environment. He grabbed at his body, down to his legs, patting himself to see if it was trully him.

He screamed and a burst of energy struck him down immediately. Shinnok wandered closer and pushed the oni aside. He stood above Syn and snickered.

"You are quite the fighter."

Syn didn't reply, he just looked around to see where the voice was coming from.

"I have you respawning here for one reason. The blade you cast into the portal, I need it. You see, Onaga has gathered several kamidogou and that blade is needed to pierce through the realms, so I may escape."

"Why bring me here? What use am I to you?!"

"You're foolish. Right now you are blind. I can change that, if you aggree to retrieve the sword for me."

Syn was scared to see what he'd looked like, or what had happened to him, but was eager to move and escape from here.

"Alright...Auuughhh"

At that moment, he was grasped at his head by Shinnok, who was letting the evil thoughts posess Syn further, grasping him to do Shinnok's will.

Syn arose and his eyes glowed a deep red, his hands were clawed and his skin was dark, a black charcoal color. His garbs were torn but he remained in his ninja state. His body was covered in hard scales and his head had protruding horns from his forehead.

"Yes, Master."

After Syn's agreement, he was cast from the Netherrealm and into Outworld, where he ran through the living forest, killing everything and anything his claws came past.

Do you care to hear the tale young one? -the old man asked. -Do you wish to pay tribute to the remnants of a proud and degreeless warrior of destruc-tion? So be it.

Upon that cairn you see those plates rusted by time, yes? It once belon-ged to a seidan of no minor power. A warlord of small significance tho-ugh. It was there where he met his ultimate end.

A grandiose battle it t'was, for first he dragged a red mained demon to it's knees with his bare hands, crushed it's limbs and threw it into the depths of it's own hell itself. There was another, one who had outstanding wea-pon skill too, I recall him lingering around, or perhaps it is his dark taint that haunts theese fields still. And those many of the Cult of those who Speak Death lay here also, if not their entire clan of blasphemous reve-nants. For great sorcerers they may have been, they all are nothing but powder of bones grinded inside the iron grasp of the long forgotten gaunt-let of the knight of Outworld.

Broken lands be theese. T'was the warriors and it's fellow, a strange one that was. Seeking power but in his final revelation he threw away the book and walked from written wisdom with a laughter we could not place. -a small smirk enbedded itself on the hermits face-. But you are not here for the ramblings of a small man like me, am I right?

-No, I am indeed not here for your tales old herald. -the tall dark haired man spoke with a deep baritone, one that was silk and shredding stone at the same time.

-but..we are still interested in those plates. -he smiled and as he stood in an elegant and defined stature his gaze wandered upon the rocks high above them. And from there -much to the lone acolytes horror- stared back with seventh gaze a creature of unspeakable corpulence, yet radiating a hint of genuine power so great, that the poor hermit has lost his will to trace legends back to their roots.

For he has gazed upon Creation itself.

Syn's mission coarsed through his mind; racing and pushing through him. He let out a demonic howl as the moon was cast down upon him.

'Twas a Killing Moon, I said. Now it is the time of reckoning. The end is now, there will be no coarse of action, just chaos.

Syn X was his new title, because the warrior who was once a respected warrior, assassin, or ninja was now a demonic killing machine. He was single minded and wanted nothing more than to fulfill his order, to carry out his task and retrieve the sword that was blessed with the energy to cut through the fabric of the realms.

He stopped in the middle of the Living Forest as he heard beings walking through from different directions. He leaped into the trees and watched downwards, keeping his breathing to a minimum; his movements were silenced immediately.

He waited as one of the two beings walked through; a Tarkatan looking to excuse himself. Syn's bloodlust took him over, his claws dug into the bark of the tree as he leaped down on his prey, jabbing the mutant in the back with his claws. He let out another howl as the tarkatan took a swing at him, cutting his clothing and sending him flipping backward.

Syn's eyes narrowed as the Tarkatan began to cry for help, and then darted at him, blades out and right for him. Syn took this time to scoop some sand from the floor and cast it into the tarkatan's eyes, blinding him momentarily, then moving swiftly away from the array of blade attacks. He grabbed the tarkatan's arm and kicked him in the side, tearing the arm from the socket and then forcing the blade into the mutant's chest, sending him to his knees, sputtering as he was about to die.

He tore off his mask and drank the blood from the mutant; and at that moment, he felt an energy coarsing through his veins, empowering him, giving him more energy, and healing the wound from earlier. He left the tarkatan's body and took to the trees again, waiting for the others who he'd heard to make their way by him. He fastened his mask and quieted himself, leaving the deceased tarkatan impaled on his own arm.

Soon enough, he heard Rayden speak from far away to another individual, saying "'Twas a Killing Moon, I said. Now it is the time of reckoning. The end is now, there will be no coarse of action, just chaos."

TEMPLAR - EPILOGUE

The hand of the sorcerer placed the final piece in it's place. The statue was complete, the immense war armor sat silently and empty inside it's conforting throne. The black lad, now empty, has digested it's user in it's final battle.

***

...the battle against the Sarodo, where the armor met his match against the Living Weapon. Unlucky wielder, the warrior did not knew, that it was now not the man, but the armor that drove it's fists and the fabulous sword Foeburner into him. Both of them thanked each other for the display of wit and skill, and for one of their hardest battles. Templar gave his blood for Sarodo to fulfill at least the chance to inflict damage upon Onagas body...

***

Shang Tsung, now perplexed stared into the empty visors sockets and recalled how he peeled it off from the charred and broken corpse from it's inside. His most trustful ally, his greatest tool and most formidable guard has succeeded in his own fatal task.

***

...Demonic flames enveloped the two as they fought with the ever rising menace of the volcanos lava. The hellspawn boasted as he circled the ironclad, who resided silently in his most defensive positure.

-So manling, thou intend to contest me for the final price.
-I seek equity.
-Pray tell me why. -the demon lunged and began a flurry of attacks in his
own devised massac re of a fighting style. The fight was brutal and short,
and mainly, one sided. A green flash and an echoing laughter then tore
through the sky, with a sudden blue bolt of lightning werrupting into the
distance seeking the green beacons source.

-It makes no importance now. Farewell demon.
-So you surrend..

The demon had no time to finish his sentence, Foeburner opened him in
two, and the splitting bloody pulp of a ribcage opened up revealing a still
pumping black heart filled with ichor.

-Saika sends her regards. -and by saying so, the iron grasp around the
heart tightened and shattered the organ with the spinal chord. The moa-
ning demon screamed as the knight raised him above his head with one
hand inside him, and tossed the angry rejuvenating carcass into the fires.

The head leaned heavily over the rising level of magmatic suplhur, and
aknowledged his victory with: "you're next!"...

He did not knew what did this engine of pure devastation during his batt-les, but he already knew, that if such damage was inflicted alone upon this plate, than the enemies received the torture of their lifetime even coming close to phase him.

***

Shang tsung smiled, he perfected the shell of the mighty Templar, he per-fected his whole warrior spirit with outworlds cruel nature, he was the one who bleached Koshaku from a warrior into a Pain Elemental. And also, it was he, who ensured that the world will see templar alive in the end.

***

...the swarm came closer and screeched as the blows were exchanged, a grey, colorless man in a coat fighting the torn and smoking plated giant of equal strenght, however, none could overmatch the other.

-Once you killed me. Now. Come UNTO ME!

And with raising his hands, screaming in a legion of tones that shook the walls of the crater, Templar moved megagallons of magmatic remnants twisting around in a pattern of a vortex under them, in the opposing angle of a hour. Assaulted by the cyborg swarm of the Tekunin, he could not care less, as he sealed it's fate.

The magnetism within miliseconds enfielded and overwhelmed the one known only in integers and hexadecimals as Delta, and crushed it into an orb of pure molten iron within the air as he aproached. The cyborg swarm could only send one message through it's vast inner world of communica-tion: "terminating". ...

***

The tale of Templar was a sad one, ending in the destruction of the hero protagonist, as the never seen -and never to be seen- Death Yellers, of whom templar referred only vaguely, came for him, but not before the gre-at knight ensured that the forces of Seido could march upon their posses-sed Conclave and it's forces. Rebells and Seidan guardsmen joined un-der the mercenary and the war hero to fight for their survival, fight the hid-den taint that was loosened from the Netherrealms by an ominous force. A force that has yet to form, but when it does, it will meet it's counterpart of equal cosmic power.

But templar played his part, and single handedly struck down seventeen of the Death Yellers, before his decision of using his own body and soul as resource catched up to him. Maiming the lead sorceror, his heart final-ly sighed and released all of the molten fury into templars veins. From the armor a firestorm ensued and it stood there uncooled with an armless skeleton in it's mighty grasp. The shokans found him, payed tribute to the warrior for several days, chasing away lecherous Soul Eaters and corpu-lent parasites of the deads peace. For the recent events were culminated in that one frozen, ashened and fiery sight...

***

The Shadow Priest acolyte grew tired of noting, and lazed the parchment next to the enthroned armors hand, and went on to clear his head from the thoughts that he had to follow.

Unseen by him, the gauntlet took the paper.

The fighter pushed forward after his meeting with Raiden. Moving into the Living Forest, he could instantly feel several other warriors in the surrounding area. Among the pressence of these fighters, his senses also detected the fresh smell of blood. Making his way through the forest, he found the corpse of the tarkatan. A vicious killing no doubt, whoever did this was definetly skilled.

Lowering his hand down over the corpse, he opened his palm and without even making contact, he filled the body with his energy, causing it to quake and then finally explode in a cloud of gore. Standing back up to his full height, the fighter looked around, brushing his long hair out of his eyes as they started to glow red. Looking around he could see the heartbeats of the several warriors around him, including the one some height above his head.

As he took another step forward, he was suddenly attacked. A wakasashi flew by his head, shooting into one of the trees he was standing by. The tree let out a loud roar of agony. The fighter pulled the blade out of the tree, causing blood to spew out onto the ground in a stead stream. The tree let out one last dying roar as it's eyes started to close and it began to wilt. With the blade held in his hand he tuned his senses to the slight vibrations in the air. He flipped it in his hand and threw it into the darkness. The blade cut swiftly into the air and hit something a tearing sound. A low thud was heard, followed by a scream.

"Agh! How did you find me..?" the voice called from the darkness.

"You should've kept still...." The fighter answered. He put his hand down on the ground, letting a rush of what looked to be red lightning run across the ground, and into the darkness. With a small explosion, he saw the assailant.

"Who are you?" His attacker called out.

"you have some nerve. You should at least have the curtiousy to announce yourself first." The fighter answered.

"My name is Azure Enix, a.." He didn't finish

"A Seidan, I can telly by your physic." The fighter interrupted.

"Now, what's your name?"

"Magnus" The fighter announced. "Why have you attacked me?" he pressed further.

"I'm not obligated to answer to you..." Enix shot back.

"Very well, then you have signed your death warrant." Clenching his fist, Magnus created a ball of energy that rapidly started to grow in his hand. Extending his arm forward, the ball of energy launched itself forward at a rapid pace. "I'm also your executioner" Magnus called out.

Acting quickly, Enix pulled the wakisashi out of his wing and dodged out of the way. The ball of energy hit the tree behind Enix, causing it to explode into thousands of splinters.

"That was too close...." Enix said with a heavy breath.

"We're only getting started..." Magnus said as he reappeared infront to Enix's side, and delivering a swift strike to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Enix couldn't make it a sound as was balanced on Magnus's fist. He was then popped up higher into the air, and knocked some distance away by a swift spin kick to his face. Magnus was popped up a considerable hieght into the air, high enough to smash the over-arching branches of the trees in the surrounding area.

However, the winged warrior wasn't finished yet. Ignoring the pain in his left wing he flapped them at a gracefull speed, giving himself flight. His body was already a visible wreck, clearly he had underestimated his opponent. But, he would be damned if he'd loose. Closing his wings, he went into a free fall, and came down towards Magnus like a bullet, with a strong kick. The impact of the attack caused a huge amount of dust and dirt to kick up, as well as causing the ground under Magnus to crumble.

"Heh, guess you weren't expecting that, where you?" Enix said with a cocky tone.

His celebration was cut short when the dust cleared however. As the dust cleared, Magnus was standing strong, with Azure's foot held firmly in his grip. He spun him Enix around at great velocity before slaming him down on the ground. Picking him back up, slammed him down on the ground once more. Repeating this several times over Magnus showed no sign of slowing down, or mercy for that matter. With the very last slam, He picked up both of Enix's blades, and ran the blades down his back, cutting into his runic scriptures. Pressing the blades in a bit deeper, he let the blood flow freely, letting Enix scream.

"Damn you! What the hell are you?"

Magnus didn't answer. Smashing his foot down onto Enix's spine, he could feel his spine start to buckle. Releasing his weight, he slammed both blades into the ground, one on each side of Enix's head. "I'll spare you this time, but if you cross me once more, I'll cut the bones out of your wings...." Magnus said as he left Enix lying on the floor of the living forest.