The Ultimate Host

Near A Abandoned Construction Site...

Both Cross and Jesse walked out all the way out to an old construction site hoping to settle their differences like men even though Jesse was still a child. Jesse stared at his father with a serious expression on his face. " Why have you brought me all the way out here? asked Jesse. " We should be f.u.c.k.i.n.g celebrating!" All the Zen's are finished!"Cross sat on a bag of cement. " What your f.u.c.k.i.n.g language boy." I am your father." L deserve all the respect I can get." Now back to the topic. " I brought you out here for 2 reasons. Here's the first reason." First of all, I should be punching in the f.u.c.k.i.n.g stomach for talking back to me." " I am here to do the same thing to you what my father did to me. We fought a long bloody fight." " I was hospitalized. Here's the second reason." Not only I going to give you the beating of your life, but this is also a sparing fight." Back when you were fighting Jon Zen, he nearly killed you.

" If I didn't step in, you would be dead by now." Now, do you understand why I brought you out here?" Jesse rubbed the sweat from his face and smiled. " Yeah, I understand. Both Cross and Jon stepped 10 feet away from each other. In Cross's head, this was a lesson. In Jon's head, this was an opportunity. He would finally get to fight his father. Cross defeated many evil pieces of shit in his life. And he was proud of it. Generally, Orion was originally the one that taught Jesse to fight. He was Orion's apprentice after all. Cross's fighting style, on the other hand, involved much more strategic plans. His fighting also consisted of grappling and mixed martial arts. Jesse began cracking his knuckles, repeatly jumping to loosen his body up. Cross looked at Jesse and snickered. " Give me a break.

Abruptly Jesse came running towards his father like a bull. As he came as close to Cross only a couple of feet, he giggled, quickly leaping into the air, successfully kicking one of Cross's teeth out of his mouth. Drips of blood leaked from his lip. This made Cross furious. He easily tackled his son to the ground, raining a barrage of combos on his body. Jesse perfectly blocked each one of his father's attacks, headbutting him in the process. The force of the immense headbutt caused Cross to smash into a wooden scaffold. The wooden scaffold buried Cross. Jesse stood on his feet with a smile on his face. Could this be it? Did he finally beat his idol? Nah. Not in a million years. Cross burst out of the splinters of wood, screaming and yelling like a banshee. He had a white aura around his body. His eyes were glowing. Jesse knew he was in trouble. Cross suddenly stopped his foot to the ground, sprinting towards Jesse at high speeds.

He rapidly began punching Jesse in the stomach. Jesse vomited up many amounts of blood. Hot steam was coming off of Cross's body and nostrils. This was a power-up he loved Berserk. When Berserk was activated, Cross totally blacked out. His power took over. Jesse's knees smashed on the ground. Jesse immediately knew his father had much more power than he showed his friends. During those 8 years, he trained with Rider day and night. As Cross was about to unleash the final blow that would surely knock out Jesse, Loki quickly took over his body, firing a spike into Cross's shoulder.

The metallic spike caused Cross to snap out of his Berserk mode. " What the f.u.c.k- Cross looked at Jesse and realized that Loki took over his body. Jesse's eyes were lizard like. Loki was laughing like a maniac. His teeth were sharp and long. Loki leaped towards Cross like a wild animal, biting a chunk of flesh out of Cross's neck. Cross had enough. He quickly punched Loki so hard he was instantly K.Oed. Cross's wound healed. He placed his son on his shoulder, heading back to where civilization was for the celebration in their honor. Cross was a hero just like his friends and family. Cross's bounty was wiped. Everyone dressed like professionals heading to City Hall for a big banquet in their honor. FIreworks and banners were released in the night sky. The entire city was filled with laughs and smiles. Tourism would continue, and peace would once again fall over The City Of New Malar and Old Malar. Everything was just fine and smooth as it was before.

Somewhere In The Dead Desert....

In the middle of nowhere in the Dead Desert resided a couple of miners. They were in The Dead Desert for a reason. They heard stories of Elven Ruins buried under the ground by all the sand. Inside these ruins contained all kinds of valuables and gold that was worth enough money to make 10 people rush for 3 lifetimes. These miners were lead by Damian Boone a 24-year-old who had black spiky hair. Around Damian's head and entire body except his face was surrounded in white bandages. His eyes were yellow and black. He had tattoos of teardrops under his eye. Damian carried his miner equipment inside of his heavy-duty cargo backpack. He and the rest of his miner friends had five o'clock shadows. They were in The Dead Desert for 5 months straight living off one cheese, sausages, bread, and water that tasted like minerals. All the miners were walking in a straight line as if they were students heading for a bus that would take to a field trip. Damian let's just give up."

We are going nowhere with this search. We have a better chance of finding camels than finds these ancient Elven ruins. We should head back home. Damian took a long deep breath. " Just shut Angelo," answered Damian. " All things just don't happen at one time. We have patience." I am confident we will find these ruins soon." After continuing to walk for 2 hours they decided to make a campfire using the leafless trees that stood around the desert. Lighter fluid and matches were also used. Night had fallen over The Dead Desert. It was 12:00pm. They had to get up bright and early to continue their tireless voyage.