A wu had activated and Le Mime had been the second to get there; the first the one and only Chase Young only stood next to the wu, arms crossed and not even looking at the rose of hearts said to attract any woman with its scent, useless to Le Mime since Jack wasn't a girl and was already his.
"Clown." The dragon lord greeted, glaring daggers.
"Lézard." The mime replied meeting the gaze. Lizard. Le Mime moved forward, doing a flip and hand touching the wu at the same time as the dragon lord.
"I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown. But this isn't just about the wu. You lose: you leave Spicer." Le Mime smirked; the words from Chase's mouth were hitting the reptile's pride like knifes.
"Et si je gagne vous me laisserez la paix et Jack." And if I win you'll leave me and Jack alone.
"Deal." At that second, the monks came out of the woods doing their usual 'there's the wu' bit. "It's too late: me and this clown have already called a showdown." The dragon lord said.
"Oh, man." Raimundo groaned.
"Hey, losers!" A voice called the monks, Chase, and Le Mime looked up to see Jack flying, with a smile on his face, a few Jack-bots with him as they landed. The red head blinked. "What did I miss?" He asked after seeing Le Mime and Chase, the wu glowing between them.
"Worm, be quiet, me and Waldo here are about to have a fight." The dragon lord growled. Jack looked sad after that.
"Quand Dieu vous a faits il se vantait." When god made you he was showing off. Jack smiled, a bit of a blush on his face as he sat down next to Omi, who looked confused, not understanding what the other said. Deciding he didn't want the monks to interrupt and destroy the moment of sweetness, Jack spoke in French.
"Vous beleive amoureux à première vue ou devrais-je passer de nouveau ?" Do you beleive in love at first sight or should I walk by again?
"Ah, all this love talk is making me sick. The challenge is a regular fight: no wu, no cheating." The rules were set. A white line formed a square for the battle feild.
"Xiaolin Showdown!" It broke into an all out war, Le Mime not speaking in order to use his mime powers and shooting invisible golf balls at the warlord. He then made an invisible cannon and shot at Chase. Explosions boomed. Chase changed into dragon form, using every attack he could. Jack and the monks watched in amazement, the redhead cheering for the mime.
"Oh, that has to hurt." Rai flinched as a imaginary cannon ball hit Chase right on. Eventually, one hour later, the two had each other in a grab. Le Mime and Chase looked beaten to the brink of death. Chase was about to deliver the final punch.
"Spicer is a useless worm. You shouldn't have even thought of him as worth more then that." To the dragons lord's surprise a smile formed on Le Mime's face and an explosion of a imaginary grenade he had dropped during the lord's rant went off. For a few seconds, things were silent. The monks and Jack held their breath, waiting.
Le Mime wobbled to a stand. Chase was out cold. Le Mime had won getting the rose and the rights to his Jack. The evil genius in question came forward, his bots already with the medical equipment. Clay whistled at the sight of the destroyed field.
"Je vous aime Jack." I love you, Jack. The mime said, lying down so the other could bandage him up. He gently placed the rose in Jack's hair with a small smile.
"I love you too." The teen said, placing a butterfly kiss on the mime's hurt cheek. The sun shone brightly that day.