Brendan, cornered and desperate, ended up throwing all the poisons he had at Jacob. Each vial shattered in a colorful explosion, sending toxic clouds swirling through the air. "I'm sure one of these is going to kill Jacob!" he thought, a flicker of hope igniting within him.
However, Jacob didn't bother dodging. Instead, he was casually beating Brendan up with the tree branch in his hand, each swing a testament to his strength and resolve. The villagers watched in awe as Jacob moved with confidence, striking Brendan with precision and power.
A few minutes later, Brendan had used up all the poisons he possessed, his face a mask of panic and rage. Jacob stood firm, unscathed, and unwavering. "You'll have to do better than that!" he taunted, swinging the tree branch again, creating a powerful gust of wind that blew the poisonous fumes away. The villagers gasped, their admiration for Jacob growing with each passing moment.
