The Disciples

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Nash's P.O.V

Much like Kristina, I was shocked at why Erron Black is here in the Tarkatan war camp. Shouldn't he be on the ship with Riana and Bryan? Speaking of which, I want to know what happened and how did he get here when according to Bryan, it might take a few days.

"Erron," I helped him up and tried to get him to look at me. "What happened?"

The gunslinger was coughing up blood. Kristina rushed in and helped to steady him as I interrogated him. There's no way he would travel here all by himself. Azril stood by my side with Visenya growling a warning.

"Ambushed," Erron managed to cough out. Ermac approached us and used his telekinesis to help straighten him up. "Never thought I would end up here and see all of you."

"By who?"

"An old gal I stepped out from," said the gunslinger. "I never knew she could control the sea of blood and almost caused the ship to sink to the endless pit."

"Erron," I looked at him straight in the eye. "Where's my sister and Bryan?"

Erron slowly held himself up without our help. Kristina looked so worried about him and around us, the Tarkatan tribe were also curious as to why this stranger just came out of the blue. Azril, I could hear him assuring his dragon that it's okay.

"I don't know," the gunslinger admitted. "I reckoned they're still back there with Reptile, Kotal and his kid."

Wait, Kotal has a child?!

Now I am stunned. I don't know what to make of this news at all! Are they dead? Were they captured?

I tried to contact Bryan through the gadget he gave me but there wasn't a respond from the youngest Disciple. My heart sank, realising the worst that could happen to the both of them. I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"They'll be alright," said Azril. "They've got Reptile and Kotal if I am not mistaken. Like I mentioned before, those two will eventually learn, Nash. Bryan is a randomiser while Riana is more of a pacifist in this world of blood and battles. They'll figure it out by themselves."

Damn, who would've thought Azril has some optimistic views about the situation we're in. Then again, during our stay in Mortal Kombat sure has changed us.

Well, most of us.

Right now, we need to get Erron healed up so that he's ready to tell us where might our friends be. I hope they are coming here from the shores. Shouts of orders in Tarkatans were enough to keep me on my feet, knowing that I can't relax now since Erron is here and away from Riana's team.

I've never seen Kristina looked so terrified before!

She and Ermac led Erron into a tent, I presumed to heal him. In the mean time, I decided to spar with Azril. The meeting with Sub Zero and Baraka has been on my mind since this is not just to defeat Shao Kahn and others from his court.

This is also to find a new replacement to rule Outworld without tyranny.

It's kinda weird for me to think about this considering that once we can go back home, I'm not even sure if we are ever coming back.

Once Erron was recovered, I sat with Kristina, Ermac and Azril at one of the hearth that the Tarkatans used for cooking some of their meat. Erron had his seraph cape wrapped around him, clearly he was soaked to the bone with blood-water. Visenya had laid down, her large body was shielding the rest of us from getting eavesdropped but the Tarkatans.