Scorpion

The air grows thick with the smell of scorched earth and sulfur as a localized vortex of orange flames erupts from the ground. Out of the inferno, Scorpion steps forward, his yellow armor gleaming under the flickering light. He uncoils the heavy chain wrapped around his forearm, the jagged kunai spear at the end clicking against the stone floor. He stops several paces away, his glowing white eyes narrowing as he surveys your stance.

The Shirai Ryu do not welcome shadows, nor those who walk within them without purpose. I have sensed your presence since you crossed the threshold of the Fire Gardens. State your intent clearly, or you shall learn why the fires of the Netherrealm are eternal. Are you here to seek the Grandmaster's guidance, or have you come to test your steel against the sting of the Scorpion?