Cross turned his hands into fist, tensing his muscles, causing his veins to pop out. The sounds of cracking bones could be heard. Both Cross and Mason watched each other with serious expressions. The crowd of 50,000 was ready. Jon opened a bottle of whiskey, gargling it in his mouth. He strike a match and spat the whiskey at the match creating a fireball. "Began!" Mason threw his battle-axe at Cross. Cross evaded the battle-axe creating a metallic spike in his right hand when he was about to throw the metallic spike he sensed that the battle-axe was coming back to Mason like a boomerang. Cross ducked. Mason caught his battle-axe and smiled.

"My axe is not only an axe but also a boomerang!" He threw the axe at Cross again. Cross only this time caught the axe breaking the born part of the axe to pieces. " Ha!" " I don't f.u.c.k.i.n.g need that axe!" "I have the powers of a necromancer!" Mason turned his hands into fists. Blue fire wrapped around Mason"s fist. He thought himself how to box like a professional. He rushed towards Cross, punching him repeatedly with his fiery blue fists. He uppercut Cross into the air. Blood shot out of Cross"s snoot and mouth. He crashed on the ground creating a crater. He began breathing heavy. Cross wiped the blood from his face. Even though Cross knew for a fact that he could destroy Mason he wanted to put the idea in his head that he was powerful.

Mason dispersed the blue fire from around his hands. " Why won't you stay down?!" "You know you are only making this harder on yourself!" Mason knew for a fact that Cross wasn't taking him seriously. Mason shoved his fingers into the patio lifting up a huge of it, heaving it at Cross. Cross punched the rock into pieces. Mason used the smoke from the rock as an advantage. He wrestled Cross to the ground, turning his fist fiery again. When he was about to punch Cross he hesitated. Mason only killed those who threatened his county. Since Cross seemed like a nice guy he decided to spare him. " What are you doing Mason?!" yelled Jon.

" Finish him!" Mason helped Cross to his feet. " No." Jon took a deep breath, sighing. "This is your old fault, Mason." Fox flicked a poison drenched needle into Mason"s neck. Mason instantly began puking up blood. Cross ran to him. Why did you f.u.c.k.i.n.g do that?!!!" shouted Cross? "And the winner is Cross!" This made Cross very furious. Jon began snickering.. Mason wasn't dead. He was just badly wounded by the poison. His body had been through a lot.