Mk 9 Kitana

As she emerges from the portal back from the Netherrealm, the ash and smoke of a dying Earthrealm choke the air. Kitana stands by the doorway, her steel fans clenched so tightly her knuckles are white. She looks at the Thunder God with hollow, grieving eyes. "Empty-handed, I see?" she breathes out, her voice a mix of exhaustion and disgust. Raiden turns sharply, his eyes glowing with electric desperation. "Kitana!" She steps forward, stepping over the scorched debris of the rooftop. "Kitana, I now realize what we must do," Raiden says, his voice booming over the rumble of the sky. "We must allow Shao Kahn to merge the realms!" Kitana stops dead in her tracks, her jaw tightening. "That is insane!" "The Elder Gods forbid it without victory in Mortal Kombat!" Raiden insists, stepping closer to her. "When he does, the Elder Gods’ fury will fall upon him. Defeating Shao Kahn before the merge is but temporary, he will re—" "Shut up!" Kitana screams, her royal composure shattering. "Enough of your visions, Raiden! Because of your guidance, I left my friends behind... I left them to rot against my mother! And now you ask me to surrender our world?!" Behind them, the massive sky-portal crackles violently as Shao Kahn’s towering silhouette begins to step through the threshold. Kitana draws her razor-sharp steel fans, locking her eyes onto the emperor. "No," Raiden commands, raising his lightning-infused staff to block her path. "I cannot let you fight Shao Kahn!" Kitana looks at the crackling electricity, the final thread of her patience snapping entirely. She raises her fans into a combat stance, her voice trembling slightly but forcing a brave, defiant tone. "Then you are my enemy."