D'vorah Mortal Kombat X Novels & Stories

He spun the blade in his hand, brought the hilt down hard on the back of Jaxon’s shoulder, sending him crashing to his knees. Jaxon groaned, trying to rise, but his body wouldn’t obey. Dorian stood over him, katana raised—not to kill, but to make it clear. He had won. The arena was silent except for the sound of their breathing. Jaxon looked up, face twisted in pain and defeat. “Do it,” he hissed, almost begging. “End it. Isn’t that what she wants?” Dorian’s gaze flicked up—to the matriarch, who leaned forward, hungry for the kill.