Shao Khan: GAME OVER

Jade's head crashed against the sands, her long black hair kicked up a small dust devil, white flashes of light swam across her vision, obscuring everything but her spraying body.

Her voice felt disconnected, her essence, the very fibre of her being and consciousness broke beneath the pressure of the heat. Everything that made her was shattered and swept away in the wake of the perfect stroke. She tried to not concentrate on it, to avoid the incredible feeling of being broken and shattered. She tried to think about the orphan girl she saved, she raised, the love of her life, but her image just swam in her vision before fragmenting away.

Shao Khan clenched his fists as a raging vein snaked across his hypnotized expression. He only stepped away as Jade's full weight dance, then rested upright in a timeless kneel. Her entire body was tense, her parts quivered, confusedly writhed on the edge of the life and death, spraying toward heaven with itching jets.

The minions stood deathly still, spellbound in ignorance of the fearless, the miracle of such lunacy. 

Instinctively they know to disturb it's last performance would be a painful death.

Mindlessly her hips swayed, then slumped forward with a splash it crashed forward over the side of the sandbar. spraying blood across the muddy chasms.

With a few involuntary jerks, her body tensed.

Jade's face had lost all expression of pain, her mouth opened slightly as her jaw muscled relaxed, her tongue rolled out into the reeking sand. Her eyes lost focus as her pupils slowly dilated, for a moment the eyes continued to watch as her body shook.

She laid in a defeated, muddled pile on the ground. Steam sizzled around her sublime contour, only the barking of bloodhounds kept the minions company.

The battlefield grew dark and silent. Later, the final indignation of her muscles settled.

Shao Khan said nothing then waved to his captains, four men came and slung her broken body like a deer, back to their master's new burning palace. One by one they parted, disappearing back into the darkest nights toward the sounds of unfinished slaughter.

Like a black rein he lifted her head, twirling the blood clotted mop like a poet.

As he licked the blood off his mask, Shao Khan enjoyed the soiled sweetness of fear that still clung to her dying cheeks.

He looked into Jade's lovely lifeless eyes and smiled,  He would let her drain a few minutes.

She was truly Edenia's last breath.