Cross let out a grunt as Killer - having that same damned smirk as always, slashes the corner of his shirt as he’s trying to defend himself.

Cross, insane as ever, takes another jab at Killer’s side with his signature knives. But the murderer is able to block the attack, letting out a surprised gasp as Cross suddenly swipes the floor with him, eliciting him to fall backward.

Though, Killer quickly realises that Crossy had his hands around his waist, preventing him from falling. With a huff, Cross’s expression shifts into a playful, prideful one.

Cross: “Fallen for me already?”

Killer, taken aback by the sudden boldness, sarcastically scowls-

Killer: “Hey— thats my thing, jackass!”