THIS STORY IS GRAPHIC DUE TO THE NATURE OF MORTAL KOMBAT, BE WARNED.
Sonya Blade stood, dazed and wobbly. It was a brutal fight, but the Black Dragon member had cheated. Of course. First a headbutt with the steel plate on his face, and then a violent kick to Sonya's crotch had doubled her over. A knee to the side of her head had put her down, and she got up, slowly. Her tight green spandex was wetted in spots with sweat, and scrapes and bruises were starting to form. She nearly stepped off the wide platform suspended over a pit of spikes. Looking down, it seemed a number had already seen the bottom of it.
Kano wasn't without his wounds either, but his simple white tunic (which was turning grey from the dirt) covered most of the scrapes and bruises on him.
"Roight, now... ya gave it a good go, and we beat the crap out o' each othah. But oi'm afraid that this little dance is done. Now frankly, it's quoite about toime ta get rid o' you. You see," he said, as he sidled up to Sonya, "You been a pain in moy ass quoite long enough. And I'm aimin' ta make sure that this is the last time."
Kano stepped to Sonya's side and threw one of her arms over his shoulder, as if he were helping her stand. He took a handful of her short-cropped blonde hair.
"Now, oi'm gonna need you to stand for this. This moight hurt, just a li-le bit."
With one movement, Kano unsheathed one of his dangerous knives, pivoted, and plunged it into Sonya's stomach, cutting into her muscles and piercing her insides. Sonya's eyes went wide and her mouth opened in pain, but no sound came out. She could feel the cold blade punching into something.
"That's roight, just let the knoife do its work." Blood oozed out of the wound, down her stomach.
Kano withdrew the knife quickly, then just as quickly rammed it into her chest. Sonya coughed up blood, then a mouthful poured out and down her chest, mixing with the blood now seeping out of her chest wound. Sonya's body shuddered, but Kano held her up.
"Oh, love, we ain't done yet. Third toime's the chahm."
Kano slid the knife out of her chest, then drove it into her throat.
Sonya made a choking gurgling sound, coughing and spraying blood. She was a mess at this point, and fading quickly.
Kano turned her face to look at him. "G'night, love..." and with that, he twisted the knife in her throat as if he were pulling on a lever. The blade made a 90 degree turn, cutting through her throat and neck. Blood cascaded down her body, making a pool of it at her feet.
Kano smiled, pleased that he had finally got the distraction of Sonya out of his way. Now he could go back to concentrating on selling weapons to the Outworlders and pitting everyone against each other that he could.
He shoved Sonya off the side of the platform. She fell down, down, down... and then she crash-landed on her back with a wet splat that Kano could hear from up where he was. Massive spikes impaled the Special Forces commander, driving through her stomach and chest, blossoming red where her body passed through them. She quickly bled out a large pool around her, but she luckily had no idea, having killed on impact.
