The Ultimate Host

As Cross was about to answer Rider, he was punched in the face. Both of his jaws were broken. He smashed into the engine room, into one of the giant tankards filled with ethanol and gasoline. A couple of his ribs were broken and shattered. He puked up chunks of blood. The giant cueball elf ran towards Cross like a bull. As Cross jumped out of the way, the giant cueball elf's head smashed into one of the tankards filled with ethanol. The elf ripped his head out of the tankard. His entire face was covered in blood. He commenced laughing. He pulled out 2 syringes filled with the chemical enhance drug, injecting it in his neck. As the chemical enhancement drug entered the elf's body, the elf began mutating. His muscles began growing bigger and bigger. Veins began popping out face and neck. Before the transformation could finish, Cross punched the cueball elf in the stomach. The elf's intestines poured out on the ground. The elf collapsed on his knees with a smile on his face. Cross walked up to the elf and snapped his neck in 4 different places. He then kicked his body to the side. The doc.u.ments he held in his possession were life-threatening. Cross took a deep breath, beginning to shake his head. When he turned his back he felt a hand grab his Achilles tendon. He looked on the ground. One of the elves was still alive. Hand over those doc.u.ments... " Now!! Cross kneeled down, ripping the elf's hand off his Achilles tendon. He then stomped on the elf's neck as if it was a twig. It was time to get out of the engine/storage room. He placed his hands on the handle of the door, twisting it left then counterclockwise. He walked up so stairs, bumping into Orion. Orion looked at Cross and noticed he was covered in blood. " What happened to you?" asked Orion. Cross breathed deep. " I don't want to talk about it. All I want to is go in my room and go to sleep. While Cross was slowly walking, the concealed scroll dropped out of his pocket. Orion quickly opened the scroll, reading the information. His eyes widened. As he continued to read the information, Jesse noticed 3 incoming small airsh.i.p.s filled with combat elves who did anything to satisfy the royalties. They began firing multiple rocks inside the lounge room. Multiple explosions started to occur. Rubble was everywhere. At least 20 elves entered the lounge. They were taking orders from Cpt. Panther. Cpt. Panther was 6'0 feet weighing 170 pounds. He had long black spiky hair tied in a ponytail. Panther had a huge amount of tattoos on his face. The reason he was named Panther was because of his ability to act like a panther. Panther also had a nocturnal vision. Panther took off his high tech mask, tossing it to the side. " Find those doc.u.ments this instant. Yes sir!!" shouted Panther's soldiers, Orion was hiding in between the thick musty smoke, waiting. As one of the elf soldiers walked past him, he grabbed him, choking his to dead. He had his hand over his mouth so he couldn't make any noise. Orion hid the doc.u.ments as quickly as possible in a safe. Panther could see through the smoke without having any trouble. Both Orion and Panther's eyes locked together like heat-seeking muscles looking for a target. Orion leaped towards Panther like a wild cat.. Oh irony.