Subzero stalked openly through the lush forest carelessly letting twigs snap at his feet. He knew his enemy. He knew any attempt to conceal himself was a pointless waste of energy. He couldn’t help, but be annoyed that his opponent lying hidden in the undergrowth exactly 43.5 foot steps away hadn’t extended him the same show of respect. He knew though that this was Scorpion’s style. Scorpion wanted him to be annoyed, to be emotional. For even though a single blow had not been trade yet, the battle had already began.
Subzero ignored an array of sounds to his left nor did he even flitch in his movement towards his prey as a murder of crows screamed out of a trap to his right. He took a few more steps then he stopped, crouched and waited. Minutes quickly became hours and neither combatant gave any indication that they had any intention of moving. The sun became the moon and a chill began to lick at both ninja’s feet. Everything was calm and then everything was not. There was no crescendo, no acceleration. Seemingly never ending peacefulness literally shattered as a frozen harpoon embraced the dew covered foliage below.
The ninjas now locked in a calculated test of technique and endurance countered each other’s blows effortlessly yet to the untrained eye all that could be seen was an endless flurry of blows until eventually the yellow and blue fighters were simply a green mist of death. As the sun rose, a twig snapped and just as minutes had became hours, hours became seconds and the most minor of shifts in power left Scorpion’s head in a million bloody frozen pieces.