chapter 4
**...mination shining like a beacon.**
With explosive speed, All Might closed the distance, his fists glowing with energy. "You have no idea what true strength is!" he declared, delivering a series of rapid punches that created shockwaves through the air. Each hit landed with precision, causing the villains to stagger and reassess their strategy.
The villain leader, now visibly shaken, shouted for his team to regroup. "Don't let him get to you! We can't show weakness!"
But All Might wasn't about to give them a moment to breathe. He executed a flurry of attacks, showcasing his incredible agility and strength. With each opponent that fell, the morale of the remaining villains dropped. All Might's presence was invigorating; he was a symbol of hope amidst chaos.
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**Meanwhile, Homelander watched with growing irritation.**
"Just a bunch of wannabe tough guys," he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. "All Might's a good showman, but can he really take them out?" His lips curled into a sly grin. Maybe it was time to end this little charade.
He descended from the rooftop with a casual grace, landing with an earth-shattering thud that made the ground tremble. The sound drew All Might's attention, and he turned just in time to see Homelander stepping forward.
"Such a shame you're hogging all the fun," Homelander said, an air of arrogance radiating from him. "I was hoping to join the party."
All Might narrowed his eyes, recognizing the aura of danger that surrounded Homelander. "Stay out of this! This isn't your fight," he warned, standing his ground.
Homelander shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, but I beg to differ. A little chaos never hurt anyone, right? Besides, I think it'll be more fun to see how you handle my friends here."
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The masked villains exchanged glances filled with confusion and concern, debating whether they should attack Homelander or focus on All Might, who seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. It was a pivotal moment — who would make the first move?
"Look, All Might," Homelander continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "Why don't we join forces? You take out the trash, and I'll handle whatever's left. Sounds like a win-win to me."
"All Might doesn't need your help, villain!" shouted one of the masked attackers, regaining his composure.
"Villain? That's rich coming from a group of cowards hiding behind masks," Homelander snapped back, the confidence in his tone making the villains hesitate.
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All Might inhaled deeply, weighing his options. He knew he couldn't trust Homelander, but he also couldn't ignore the threat he posed. "If you really want to fight, then do so alongside me against them! But if you turn on me, I won't hold back!"
Homelander laughed, a sound devoid of genuine amusement. "What a noble sentiment. But remember, I don't play well with others. Let's see how this plays out!"
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With that, the battle erupted anew. The villains, feeling emboldened by Homelander's presence, charged at both heroes with renewed ferocity. All Might narrowed his focus, channeling all his strength as he ducked, weaved, and countered their attacks. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he couldn't falter—too many lives depended on him.
As punches were thrown and chaos ensued, Homelander floated above the fray, watching, waiting for the perfect moment. He was biding his time, enjoying the thrill of being a bystander while All Might fought tirelessly against the tide of villains.
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**In the heat of the battle, one villain lunged at All Might with a weapon charged with electricity**. In a split second decision, All Might deflected the blow, sending the weapon flying. It struck Homelander, who barely flinched but shot daggers with his eyes at All Might.
"All Might! I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart! Just you wait!" Homelander roared, his patience wearing thin.
But All Might didn't let fear creep in; he felt the strength of his ideals surge within him. "You won't win while I'm here! I promise to protect everyone!"
The fight was far from over, and the stage was set for a monumental clash of ideals: the embodiment of hope versus the embodiment of tyranny.
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**To be continued...**