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**1962, Springfield, Ohio**
"You okay, Eric?" Jake asked, ignoring the stunned stares around him. He extended a hand to the fallen mutant.
Eric's face flushed with embarrassment, unaccustomed to needing help from a kid. "I'm fine," he muttered, grabbing Jake's hand and pulling himself up.
"Keep Bradley safe," Jake said, his voice steady. "I've got this guy."
Eric frowned. "Jake, that's a bloodthirsty monster. You're strong, but strength isn't everything in a fight like this."
Jake's lips curled into a confident grin. "Trust me, Eric. He's nothing."
Ignoring Eric's hesitation, Jake strode toward Sabretooth, who was dragging himself up from the dirt, blood dripping from his mouth. His chest was a mess of torn flesh and caved-in ribs, his shirt shredded. For anyone else, Jake's punch would've been fatal.
Sabretooth wiped the blood with a sneer. "Nice hit, kid. Felt that one." His muscles twitched, and the gruesome wounds began knitting together, healing in seconds. He yanked the knives from his gut and tossed them aside like toothpicks. "But it don't mean shit."
Eric's face darkened. Sabretooth's healing factor made him a nightmare.
Zero watched from the shadows, arms crossed, unfazed. He knew Sabretooth's fights were his own—nobody interrupted the beast when he was in the zone. Plus, that healing ability was damn near unstoppable.
"You made me feel something, kid," Sabretooth growled, pointing a claw at Jake. "So I'm gonna make you hurt before I end you." He dropped to all fours, charging like a feral animal.
"Jake!" Eric shouted, tense.
"I've got this," Jake called back, his body a blur as he moved. His speed—over 50 meters per second—outran a highway car. The air rippled around him, kicking up dust as he closed the gap with Sabretooth.
Sabretooth's eyes widened. "Fast little shit," he muttered, swinging his claws at Jake's chest, aiming to trade blows like he always did with Wolverine—outlasting foes through sheer resilience.
But Jake wasn't Wolverine. Sabretooth's claws didn't even graze him. Jake's fist connected first, slamming into the side of Sabretooth's head with a sickening *crunch*. The force—over seven tons—sent Sabretooth flying a dozen yards, crashing into the ground. His skull was caved in, blood pouring from his eyes, nose, and ears. He lay still, a broken heap.
If he weren't a mutant, his head would've burst like a melon. Even Sabretooth's healing factor couldn't keep him conscious after that.
"Holy shit," Zero muttered, his calm replaced by shock. Sabretooth wasn't just beaten—he was *outclassed*. Without that healing, he'd be dead.
Zero drew a pistol and fired at Jake. But Eric was ready. He flicked his hand, and the bullet froze mid-air, caught in his magnetic grip. "Not so fast," Eric growled, hurling the bullet back at Zero along with a storm of metal debris—nails, pipes, anything nearby.
Zero dodged, firing back as he weaved through the onslaught. The two locked into a fierce exchange, bullets and metal clashing in the night.
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