((Clay vs. Le Mime))
While Raimundo and Tubbimura fought in the library, Clay and the mime decided to take a quick trip into Chase Young's private training arena. The Showdown had elevated the arena to the top of a small hill, so the loser would end up having to take a nasty tumble.
The mime made the first move by hurling an imaginary steel cage at Clay. The dragon of the Earth jumped out of the way and countered with the Lasso Boa-Boa. "Well, that was fast," Clay said as he started to pull Le Mime towards him.
Unfortunately, the mime somehow slipped through the ropes and came charging towards Clay with the Tangled Web Comb in his hand. Clay dodged the first attack and avoided the second one by jumping behind a punching bag. "Come and get me!" Clay shouted, leaping out from behind the punching bag. The mime mouthed several words and a shard of what appeared to be gilded steel went hurtling at Clay.
Clay managed to duck and avoid being impaled, but the shard of steel cut a swath through his favorite ten-gallon hat. Time seemed to stop as he slowly removed his hat and examined the hole in a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "No-one…" Clay whispered. "…does this to my HAT!" Before the mime could react, Clay was charging him at near superhuman speed.
The mime hurriedly conjured an invisible wall, but Clay smashed right through it and collided with him, sending him flying backwards through the air. "Seismic Kick – EARTH!" This attack summoned several jagged stalagmites that rose up from the earth and trapped the mime within.
"That ought to show you, you dirty yellow-bellied snake, you…" Clay murmured as he dusted himself off. He was about to go and claim victory when all of a sudden the mime jumped on his back and clasped his hands around the dragon's mouth.
"Hey, geroff!" Clay growled, trying to fend off Le Mime's attack. The mime made a sign that basically stood for 'never'. Clay sighed. Time to take drastic actions. Before the mime could react, Clay opened his mouth, bared his teeth, and bit the mime's hands as hard as he could.
The mime's face turned all kinds of colors. Green, red, blue, purple, and Clay's personal favorite, pink, before he finally reacted. "YEEEEEEOWWW!" The mime's eyes popped as he crumpled to the floor and started screaming obscenities in French.
"You…you said something," Clay said. "You just violated the most sacred code of being a mime, pard'ner,"
The mime turned white and fainted on the floor. A strange light jumped from the palms of the mime's hands and vanished into nothingness. "There goes your powers," Clay said, using the Lasso Boa-Boa to tie up the mime. He picked up the mime and made his way back to the main room.
((Scene Change))
Dojo, after having had to declare Tubbimura the victor, was hoping that the next winner would be a member of the Xiaolin side. The commentator's box was a good vantage point, so Dojo, Jack, and his robot could clearly see Clay coming in with Le Mime slung over his shoulder.
"Clay advances!" Dojo exclaimed. Then he glanced at Jack. "You owe me five bucks,"
"Fine, fine, whatever," Jack muttered, ordering his robot to pull up the money. "Jerk,"
"So, did anyone else win?" Clay asked from far below the commentator's box.
"Tubbimura WHUPPED your boy Raimundo!" Jack said with a loud cackle.
"Oh, shut up, buckwheat," Clay replied. "Well, can I get up there?"
"Hmm…" Jack murmured.
"Nah. It's too crowded," Dojo said. "But, if you want, you can sit around and stare at the bag of Shen Gong Wu. But no touching,"
"Fine," said Clay in a dejected tone.