Jack’s boots slammed against the fractured terrace as he closed the final gap, Dragon Dagger spinning in a blur of blue energy. Victor Krane rolled to his feet, claws glinting, sparks scattering as he readied himself. The city skyline shimmered behind them, hovering terraces groaning under the weight of their confrontation. “You think you can end me here, Jack?!” Victor roared, lunging with an overhand slash that hissed through the night air. Jack met the attack instantly, pivoting his body with Martian-honed reflexes. The Dragon Dagger deflected Victor’s claws with a burst of sparks, slicing the air inches from his face. Every strike was precise, calculated—a deadly dance combining Krav Maga, urban parkour, and years of battlefield experience. Victor stumbled backward slightly, scowling, then switched tactics. His fighting style became jagged, unpredictable, a mix of mechanical brute strength and agile, animalistic strikes. Each swipe and thrust aimed not just to harm but to te

Jack’s boots slammed against the fractured terrace, Dragon Dagger spinning in a deadly blur. Sparks erupted with every clash of metal and energy, the sound of grinding steel and hissing plasma ringing through the night. Victor Krane lunged again, claws aimed like jagged blades, striking with animalistic speed. Jack met each blow, deflecting and countering, his movements a precise combination of parkour agility, Krav Maga, and battlefield-honed combat. From above, the DragonAir hovered, engines blazing, Sarah clutching Matilda while Jackson leaned over the railing. “Daddy… don’t leave us!” Sarah’s voice cracked, fear and desperation threading every word. Matilda echoed softly, “Please… come back to us, Daddy…” Jack’s chest tightened. Their voices fused with the storm of rage and focus in his veins. “I’m coming,” he muttered under his breath, pivoting under a clawed swing and slicing a weakened railing panel to propel himself forward. Sparks hissed and scattered across the terrace a

Jack’s Dragon Dagger clashed against Victor’s electrified blade again, sparks bursting like a miniature storm around them. Each strike was deliberate, calculated, a lethal ballet of steel and fury. The terrace groaned beneath the weight of their battle, metal panels buckling under the strain. Victor hissed, eyes flicking toward the DragonAir above. “You’ve let them go… your family… fools! You could’ve ended this!” Jack’s gaze never wavered, teeth clenched. “No. You’re the one who’s ending this. And only I decide how.” He spun, slashing in a tight arc that caught Victor across the arm, sparks flying. “I protect my family… that’s my rule, Victor. Not yours!” DragonBot hovered nearby, thrusters hissing, sensors locked on the few remaining VK Directive operatives. Its advanced sniper systems engaged, a calm and deadly precision in contrast to the chaos. One by one, plasma bolts were intercepted and returned. Sparks erupted as bolts struck metal, and two operatives were shredded wher

Jack’s eyes never left Victor’s blurred, furious gaze. Each breath he drew was measured, every strike calculated. Sparks erupted as Dragon Dagger clashed against claws and shredded remnants of trench coat and scorched armor. The terrace groaned under the weight of the relentless combat. Victor hissed, staggering, claws flailing in a desperate, erratic rhythm. “You… you think you’ve… won, Parker? I… survive… always!” Jack shook his head, pivoting under a jagged swipe. Dragon Dagger flashed in three punishing arcs—diagonal, horizontal, upward—each strike tearing through the last remaining seams of Victor’s armor. Sparks exploded like fireworks, scattering across the fractured terrace. Victor stumbled violently, eyes blurred, blood streaking his side and chest. “You’re done, Victor,” Jack growled, advancing relentlessly. “This ends tonight. For them… and for everyone you’ve hurt!” Victor jerked backward, claws raking uselessly across the terrace. His chest heaved, vision flickerin

Victor Krane leaned closer, his boot pressing firmly into Jack’s chest, the Speed of Light technology still humming faintly through his limbs. His voice slithered like venom, low and poisonous. “Look at you, Parker… bleeding, broken, struggling… and yet still clinging to your little toy. That dagger won’t save you. Not now. Not ever.” Jack groaned, blood running into his eyes, vision flickering. Every muscle screamed, every limb burned, but he refused to give ground. “You… you’re insane… Victor,” he rasped, twisting slightly to relieve some pressure. “You’ll… pay for everything… I swear it.” Victor laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Pay? Oh, Parker… you think it’s about payment? It’s about domination. It’s about showing you your place. You fight for your family? Ha! Your family means nothing if you fall. And tonight… you’re mine.” Jack spat a stream of blood onto Victor’s boot, the action both defiant and furious. Victor hissed in mock outrage, leaning even closer, teeth flashi