Mortal Kombat X Guest Characters Novels & Stories

I don't know how long I stood there watching but I flickered the second I felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder. “An amazing sight to watch, huh?” He asked. I turned only to see a huge dude in his late twenties, Huge with brown hair, his face was expressionless as though he carried the burden of the entire world on his shoulder. “Indeed amazing.” I complimented. A crooked smile quickly curled around his face, “I'm Dante, second in command at DeathHowl Riders MC.” He said, extending a hand. “Xavier Grey, nice to meet you Dante.” I said, extending a hand as well for a handshake.

Bolt Doyen moved almost instantly as he vanished from the spot and attacked Kayson with a palm strike. Kayson hopped back and avoided him easily, looking at Bolt Doyen in confusion. “Peak middle-stage pre-celestial fighter?” He was surprised that Xander actually had an expert like this around him. Xander heaved, nearly scaring himself witless just now. “Oh, you’ve got the guts to send yourself here. huh?” “Why not?” Kayson smiled. Xander did not expect him to be so brazen and cried right away, “Bolt Doyen, kill him! I want him dead without any remains!”

(Realizing he is in combat he goes to stomp down on her as she throws a kick simultaneously landing her foot under his ankle) Kimora: Indolent!! (Countering Xanne's stomp with a rising kick and performing a full split using recreation to propel herself forward. As she performs the split she slides between his legs as he trips and falls then aims recreation at the ground behind herself and pulls the trigger, propelling herself forward and quickly landing on her feet.) Xanne: (Again standing back up calmly) So I came here to apologize and you want to act all human about it?! I get that you have a thing for Dantzler but what's the harm in me asking to see some ti-

“So you the brains behind Joshua. It’s fine. I will do it, but under one condition: if you give me the name of the hacker Joshua is using.” “Fine, his name is Ghost. He will call you,” she smiles as he attempts to grab her hand and kiss her; she pushes him away. “Do that with Winter, not me.” She turns around and walks out the door. “Hey, Mr. X, give me information on the guys who attempted to kill Winter.” “Sir, they are known as the Killers. They are contractors; they were not shooting at her. They were shooting at you.” “Why me?”

Arsenio guessed that the man who greeted him was someone who had a big influence in the dark world. "I guess, you are Arsenio?" continued the man while pointing his index finger, while the other hand was in his pants pocket. Arsenio squinted his eyes. Noticing the man from head to toe. Thing! The notification screen appeared right in front of him. [DATA] [Name: Walmond Guan.] [Pseudonym: X One] [Age: 57 years old.] [Race: Human.] [Level: Mafia Boss.] [Action Points: 5000]

As he walked forward, he noticed one of the men was still alive and crawling on the ground with blood oozing out of his back. He was going to die soon but he was still trying to escape. X wondered if the man would regret his actions today. “You’re useless. I thought you could at least entertain me but you couldn’t even survive one round. All your men are wiped out.” X stepped on the man’s leg. “No! Stop it! I’m sorry! Please let me go!” The man lost his arrogance and begged for his life. He did not know how he ended up fighting these two monsters. Kaze and X were terrifyingly good. They were experts in not just firearms but also close-combat.

I think his Sherman, Markan, and Jasper’s mouths gaped at Xeno. “He belongs to a special force where they hunt demons in the mortal world,” I explained to them. “He’s the captain of one of the corps.” “That’s great then, I am happy to meet amazing people in this cursed place.” Sherman offered his hand to Xeno and Xeno respectfully took his hand for a short handshake. Sherman introduced the others to him and told Xeno everything that happened and how I ended up being in this place.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

This was war. The Kansa Mortals stood across from them, towering in presence and fierce in talent. Each player moved with the precision of machines but burned with something wild in their eyes, untamed determination, the kind that tasted like blood and sweat. At the center of it all was their Ace, Kota Roku.

The door flies open and two Silver Hunters stare at me through their helmets. “Looks like we missed one,” the first one–a man–says. He advances on me, but the other Silver Hunter throws an arm across his chest. “It’s her,” she says. “The one from the courtyard.” The man hesitates, and I see the fear in both their eyes. I raise my chin, my confidence growing. When they attack, I’m more than ready for them. The man comes at me with his sword raised, but I duck it and kick him in the stomach. He doubles over, and I deliver a blow to his face with my fist.