Clint walked into Victor's bedroom. " What can I help you with Clint?" There is a problem in the market square." said Clint. " What's the problem?" Snickering bandits and thieves." How should I adjust to the situation? " Victor snickered. "Do what you do best." Kill them all." Clint nodded leaving Victor's room. Clint was 5'9 weighing 200 pounds. He was 30 years old. He had black spiky hair and gold eyes. He wore a silver skull ring on his right ring finger. His power level was currently unknown. All that was known about Clint was that his body was actually like mud and could use muddy areas as an advantage to destroy his enemies with ease. As he walked out of Victor's mansion, the snickering bandits and thieves waited outside. They were going to attempt to loot Victor's mansion. As the bandit leader saw Clint he stopped smiling. Clint closed the wooden door behind him standing in front of it. We have come to loot. " Get the f.u.c.k out of the wat if you don"t we to be killed." Clint began laughing. " You couldn't kill me with all the strength and firepower you have. "I would advise you to leave this establishment before get seriously hurt." The bandit began cracking up. Kill him!" yelled the bandit leader. The bandit leader ordered his subordinated to open fire on Clint. Multiple bullets began entering through Clint's body. Instead of blood, brown mud was seen. The holes in his body miraculously healed. Clint began laughing. He picked up a pebble covering it in mud, heaving it Clint. " A taste of your own medicine." The mud-covered pebble blasted through the bandit leader's chest like a bullet. Blood began leaking out of the giant hole in the bandit leaders' chest. This terrified the other bandits. How's next?"