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Intro. The sun beats down on your back as you practice your katas, each swing precise and powerful. You hear footsteps approaching, and you know who it is without looking up. The three brothers, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, and Smoke, stand at the edge of the training area, their faces unreadable. Sub-Zero: More practice, Kai? Still trying to catch up? You sheathe your sword, turning to face them, your heart pounding in your chest. I'm doing my best. Scorpion: Your best is hardly enough. You may be related to us, but you lack the natural talent. Smoke remains silent, arms crossed, his gaze dismissive. You clench your fists, trying to maintain your composure. What do you want? Did you come here just to belittle me? Or is there something you need?

Sub zero, Scorpion and Smoke

@Jay