From a Woman's Point of View

The Final Battle

Sub-zero attacked the person in front of her, Reptile. As her blade clashed with his, she wondered how he came back. Had Onaga not used him as a vessel? So why was he here?

Swing. Swing.

Clash. Clash.

Duck. Duck.

Kick.

Punch.

Dodge to the left.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she jumped to her right to evade his spit. The ground where she once stood was now corroding.

Note to self: Do not let his spit touch any part of you.

He hissed. He held both his hands in front of him, and with a puff of green smoke, he vanished. Sub-zero blinked. Did he retreat? If so, why? Their fight had barely started. She did not sheathe her blade and surveyed her surroundings.

It made no sense. He was not losing...hell, it was almost an even match.

Amidst her thoughts, she heard hissing behind her.

Shoot.

She turned around and held her Kori Blade in front of her and barely blocked Reptile's back-hand slap.

He can turn invisible? That is so unfair. It must be one of those Saurian traits. She frowned. She withdrew her sword. Sub-zero cursed her bad luck. She had no idea where he would strike next.

From the left? Or from the right?

"Don't panic." she muttered to herself. She tried to listen for any sign of Reptile attacking. But it was too difficult for her to tune out everybody who was fighting. She can hear Kenshi's growl of annoyance, Shao Kahn's laugh of triumph, Jade's screams, Scorpion's sighs and gasps of pain.

Scorpion. Gasping. In pain.

She shook her head. She needed to concentrate. He doesn't need my help. She thought. He can handle it on his own.

She was too focused in looking for her opponent that she was unable to dodge Raiden as he came crashing towards her and hit her from the back. She landed face first on the ground. She pushed herself upright and thrust her blade in front of her. If, she had to fight Raiden to survive, she would. But she noticed that his focus was not on her. He had his back to her and was sending sparks towards Shinnok. Sub-zero raised her eyebrow.

God versus God. Both ex-Elder Gods.

How epic. She turned from them and wondered if her opponent had left gone off to find someone else to fight. She lowered her defenses and turned around. As she did, something green had hit her on the face.

It was Reptile's spit.

Thankfully, she was wearing her mask. She took it off and threw it to the ground before the corrosive substance found its way to her skin. She slapped the Saurian with an ice-palm before growling,

"That was my favorite mask."

Kung Lao, who had just seen what had taken place, chuckled at what she said.

"You almost got killed by that green spit and you're worried about your mask?" he grinned as his hat flew toward some sort of demon that Shinnok had summoned. He stood beside her and took on a defensive stance. "Need any help?"

"Not really." She charged towards Reptile, who had lost his concentration and was unable to remain invisible. He roared as their blades clashed. Glancing at Kung Lao, she saw the monk merely shrug and spin round punching Tanya in the solar plexus.

Wait...roared?

Saurians don't roar. She thought to herself as she plunged her blade into his shoulder. Maybe he's half-tarkatan...but that doesn't make any sense, she debunked her own theory. She shook her head. She was thinking such useless thoughts. It usually happened when she was studying her adversary. He roared yet again, interrupting her train of thought. He then scratched her exposed arm with his claw. She jumped backwards to avoid his claw from scratching her face as well. She didn't need more than one scar on her face.