You’re only able to watch as a bladed limb pierces Kung Lao’s chest with a resounding, wet ‘shnk’ that fills the air faster than you can even react.

D’Vorah trills in manic delight, tearing the sharp weapon out. An uncomfortable amount of blood spurts across the floor, landing just shy of where you had killed an enemy.

Kung Lao takes a staggered breath, his eyes wide with delayed agony as he falls forward, clutching his chest in an attempt to staunch the flowing blood.