The Ultimate Host

" You all had the chance to kill me when I was sick. Now that I am cured, you have no chance of defeating me." None of you have a chance of defeating me." I don't even need my sword." Come to me." As Cross ran towards Victor, Clint appeared in front of him with a mud shield that was hard enough to withstand the force of an iron spear. On the other hand for Cross, this wouldn't be a problem. As his first reacted with the mud shield it burst into pieces like a urn. Clint staggered, coughing up chunks of blood. He quickly turned; his fist giant, uppercutting Cross through the roof of the mansion with ease. Cross vomited up blood as he sailed through the air like a rocket. Cross easily hopes to his feet wiping the blood away from his head. Clint also burst through the roof. He carried an axe. He had a serious look on his mug. Blood was running down the side of his forehead. Today you will die." I don't care what no one says." I care what no one tells me. Say goodnight." He threw his axe at Cross. Cross dodged the mud axe, kicking the air, causing a powerful ray of energy to be released.