The Ultimate Host

Cross was the first one to strike. He punched after Clint, who placed his shield in front of Cross's punch. The mud shield burst into pieces as if it was an urn. Clint smiled, hardening his forehead head butting Cross in is head. Blood splattered out of his head like molten lava shooting out a volcano. Cross staggered. Clint took the advantage, bashing Cross in his face with his mud mace. Cross smashed into a crumbling wall made of sheetrock. " Tch." " Is this the best you can do?" " Please," said Clint. Cross stood on his feet, spitting up chunks of blood. He began generating purple and black aura around his body which was like fire. Cross leaped in the air firing 5 purple and black beams at Clint. Clint placed his hands on the ground, creating a hard mud wall. Multiple explosions occurred. Clint distributed the mud wall, turning it into a giant shuriken, heaving it after Cross. High winds began picking up. Cross dodged the giant mud shuriken, swiftly, sliding on his knees, punching Clint in his chest. Clint vomited up blood, slumping on his knees. As Cross about to roundhouse him, Clint rolled out of the way, driving his mud class hand inside of Cross's chest, placing his hand on his heart like a high blood pressure ball.