Clint readied for the fight of his life, but that could be an overstatement since these guys might come back for more, or their could be some other good ones to come. When the rugged one gave his name Clint gave a smirk, "Clint Barton and no problem, someones gotta shut these guys up or we'll never hear the end of it." With that the fight was on. The three went back to back and Clint did his best with the training he was given from his mentors. One of the players gave a straight jab and Clint windmilled his arms, knocking the blow down and to the side. He then swiftly dealt the player an uppercut and he fell to the ground.<br/><br/>He landed some more blows until a player grabbed his shirt and yanked him away from the Steve and Logan and the players formed their own little circle to take him on. Clint stayed light on his feet as he had to move fast and hit hard if he didn't want to get massacred. Finally one of the players got behind him and hooked his arms under Clint's armpits and gripped as hard as he could, holding him in place. Players took turns giving him various punches to the stomach and face all of them hurting. When he saw a gap he used the guy that was holding him as leverage to swing his lower body up and deliver a swift kick to the next player that was going to hit him. The player stumbled back and knocked another over. He took this chance to stamp on his holders foot, the player cringing and loosening his grip. Then Clint slid his left arm out and rammed his elbow into the stomach of his holder which allowed him to grip the players arm and shoulder throw him to the ground, momentum and gravity being a huge help.<br/><br/>He heard Logan's cry for help and Clint rushed to him. He saw Steve take the two that were holding him so he went for the one that was about to punch Logan. "I got him!" He yelled and drop kicked him to the floor. Clint ended up on his back, he leaned back and flung his whole body up and forward which landed him on his feet, but the guy on the ground wouldn't have it. He quickly yanked one of Clint's feet out from under him and he was back on the floor. He then began to grapple with the guy on the ground until he got him in an arm. "Just give me a reason!" He said, "Give me one good reason and I'll snap your shoulder right out of its socket!" Rage and recklessness had come over him so he was ready to do it. Clint turned his head towards where he heard shouts to get the players to back down. Clint held the guy in the arm bar until the rest stood down.