War

Patrick scoffed, his confidence unshaken. "You alone couldn't possibly save the world," he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Jack's eyes blazed with determination as he squared his shoulders, his resolve unwavering. "At the very least, I can rid the world of Patrick Barry," he declared, his voice a low growl.

With a swift, fluid motion, Jack launched into action. His movements were a blur of calculated strikes and agile dodges as he engaged Patrick and his cohorts in a fierce battle. He ducked under a swinging fist, delivering a powerful uppercut to his assailant's jaw. The impact reverberated through the air, sending the enemy sprawling to the ground.

As more adversaries closed in, Jack spun on his heel, delivering a devastating roundhouse kick that sent two opponents hurtling backward. With lightning-fast reflexes, he somersaulted over a barrage of gunfire, landing gracefully behind enemy lines.

Patrick, realizing the threat Jack posed, stepped forward to confront him head-