"Hey!" Patrick yelled, his voice echoing across the dimly lit stage. He lunged at Brute, knocking him down with a powerful shoulder tackle. "Get your hands off of my daughter, excuse for a human being!"
Brute, a hulking figure with muscles rippling under his skin, staggered back against the wall, his face contorted with rage. He cracked his knuckles, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you think you're tough, huh?" he sneered. "I'm gonna enjoy squashing you like a bug."
Without warning, Brute charged at Patrick like an enraged bull, his sheer size and speed making him a formidable opponent. But Patrick was quicker. He rolled out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding Brute's outstretched arms. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled a throwing knife from his belt and hurled it towards Brute. The blade found its mark, embedding itself deep into Brute's shoulder.
Brute roared in pain, clutching at the knife, but the wound only seemed to fuel his anger. He yanked the blade out, blood oozing from the gash, and glared at Patrick with murderous intent. "You're gonna pay for that," he growled.
Patrick's heart pounded in his chest, but he stood his ground. "I won't let you hurt her," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He glanced over his shoulder at his daughter, who was huddled in the corner of the stage, her eyes wide with fear. "Run!" he shouted to her. "Get out of here!"
"Dad no!" Jasmine snaps, "We fight together!"
Patrick's eyes locked onto Jasmine's, a mix of pride and fear flashing in his gaze. "Jasmine, please!" he urged, but his plea was cut short as Brute lunged at him again.
The massive enforcer's fists came down like sledgehammers, but Patrick was agile, dodging and weaving with the precision of a seasoned fighter. He landed a series of quick punches to Brute's midsection, each blow aimed to weaken his opponent. The brute's grunts of pain echoed through the dimly lit stage, but he remained undeterred, his resolve as unyielding as his physique.
Jasmine, her resolve hardened, grabbed a nearby metal pipe and joined the fray. She swung it with all her might, aiming for Brute's legs. The impact caused Brute to stagger, giving Patrick a brief moment to catch his breath.
"Jasmine, fall back!" Patrick commanded, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination. "I can't lose you too."
But Jasmine was relentless. "We're stronger together, Dad. We can do this."
Brute's rage reached its zenith. He swung his arm in a wide arc, knocking Jasmine off her feet and sending her sprawling across the stage. Patrick's heart stopped for a moment as he saw his daughter hit the ground.
"You'll pay for that," Patrick spat, his voice low and deadly. He charged at Brute with renewed fury, aiming a powerful kick at his knee. The force was enough to make Brute buckle, but it wasn't enough to bring him down.
Brute retaliated with a savage backhand that sent Patrick reeling. Stars exploded in Patrick's vision, but he fought through the pain, focusing on his daughter's safety. He couldn't afford to lose.
Jasmine, dazed but determined, crawled back to her feet. She spotted a heavy spotlight above the stage, its support cable within reach. With a quick glance at her father, she began to climb the rigging, her mind racing with a plan.
"Jasmine, what are you doing?" Patrick yelled, but she was already in motion.
As Brute advanced on Patrick, Jasmine reached the spotlight and began to swing the cable back and forth. Timing it perfectly, she released the cable, sending the heavy light crashing down. It struck Brute with a deafening thud, knocking him to the ground.
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AdventureJasmine Wyler is a renowned screenwriter for a major film studio, known for her gripping thrillers. Her life takes a dramatic turn when her brother, Mark, is targeted by a powerful crime syndicate called The Black Viper, to whom he owes a substantia...