Years had passed, but Dom found himself alone, separated from his team in a massive facility teeming with enemies. Over 200 guards, armed to the teeth, patrolled the area, and at their center stood a hulking boss wielding a bazooka.
Dom's heart raced, but his confidence was unshaken. With his newly mastered ability to move faster than light, he was ready to test himself. For now, he crouched behind a small stack of TNT boxes, a mischievous smirk playing on his face.
Raising his hand, Dom summoned a sleek sniper rifle. He steadied his aim and fired, taking down one guard with a clean shot.
The sharp crack of the rifle echoed, and the remaining guards snapped to attention.
"Someone's there!" one shouted, pointing toward the faint glow of Dom's hair.
Dom cursed under his breath. "Shit, shit, shit."
But instead of retreating, he stood tall, flashing a devious smile as the guards opened fire.
Bullets rained down like a hailstorm, but Dom didn't flinch. He extended his hands, catching every projectile mid-air, the bullets clinking harmlessly to the floor.
The guards froze, momentarily stunned by the display.
"Guess it's my turn now," Dom said, his voice dripping with confidence.
In an instant, Dom launched himself forward, his movements a blur. His first target went flying from a brutal kick, crashing into a stack of crates. Without missing a beat, Dom spun and delivered a crushing punch to another guard, dropping him instantly.
The remaining 199 guards converged, but Dom was already in motion. He darted between them, disarming one and using his rifle to fire at another. The guards barely had time to react as Dom unleashed a whirlwind of attacks, each move more devastating than the last.
"Let's even the odds," Dom muttered, his eyes flicking to the TNT boxes nearby.
With a flick of his wrist, he activated the detonation switch on his wrist device. The boxes erupted in a fiery explosion, taking out a dozen guards in one fell swoop. The ground shook, and flames licked the air as chaos erupted around him.
Dom took a moment to assess the situation. The boss stood at the far end of the room, barking orders, his bazooka slung over his shoulder. The man radiated an aura of authority, but Dom could sense the faintest hint of unease.
"Time to make this interesting," Dom said, cracking his knuckles.
He sprinted toward the nearest group of guards, his speed rendering him a blur. With precise strikes, he took down one after another, their bodies crumpling to the ground. A rifle shot here, a spinning kick there—Dom's attacks were relentless and efficient.
As he fought, Dom couldn't help but count. "180," he muttered, dispatching another trio of guards.
The guards began to regroup, forming a defensive line with shields raised. Dom raised an eyebrow, impressed by their coordination.
"Cute," he said.
Leaping high into the air, Dom twisted his body, raining down energy blasts. The impact shattered the guards' formation, their shields proving useless against the onslaught. When Dom landed, the smell of scorched metal and gunpowder filled the air.
"160," he counted, his grin widening.
The guards hesitated, their morale clearly shaken. Sensing an opportunity, Dom pressed forward. He disarmed one guard, using the man's baton to take out two more. His movements were fluid, almost artistic, as he danced through the battlefield.
The boss, watching from a distance, finally roared, "Enough! Take him down, now!"
The guards surged forward, their renewed determination palpable. Dom met them head-on, a whirlwind of fists and kicks. He dodged a flurry of attacks, countering with devastating strikes that sent his enemies flying.
One guard managed to land a glancing blow with a baton, but Dom barely flinched. He grabbed the weapon, snapping it in half before delivering a crushing elbow strike to his attacker.
"140," he counted, his voice calm amidst the chaos.
The boss, growing impatient, raised his bazooka. Dom locked eyes with him, his smirk never wavering.
"You think that's going to stop me?" Dom taunted.
The boss fired, the rocket streaking toward Dom with a deafening roar. At the last second, Dom dodged, the explosion missing him by inches. The blast created a massive crater in the floor, sending debris flying.
Using the chaos to his advantage, Dom closed the distance between himself and the boss. He leapt onto a nearby platform, then launched himself toward the man with a spinning kick. The impact knocked the bazooka from the boss's hands, sending it skidding across the floor.
The boss roared in anger, swinging a massive fist. Dom ducked under the blow, countering with a rapid series of punches to the man's torso. The heavy armor absorbed most of the impact, but Dom's relentless assault began to wear him down.
"You're tougher than you look," Dom said, stepping back to catch his breath.
"And you're cockier than I expected," the boss replied, cracking his knuckles. "Let's see how long you last."
The remaining guards circled them, weapons raised but hesitant to intervene. They knew this was no longer their fight—it was a battle between titans.
Dom and the boss clashed, their movements sending shockwaves through the room. Dom relied on his speed, weaving around the boss's powerful strikes, while the boss used his brute strength to keep Dom on his toes.
Finally, Dom saw an opening. Feinting to the left, he delivered a crushing blow to the boss's knee. The man bellowed in pain, dropping to one leg. Dom didn't hesitate—he grabbed the boss by the collar and slammed him into the weakened wall.
The structure groaned under the pressure, cracks spreading rapidly. Dom stepped back, watching as the wall began to collapse.
"Time to end this," Dom said, his voice steady.
The wall gave way, burying the boss under a mountain of debris. Dust and rubble filled the air, and when the dust settled, Dom stood victorious amidst the wreckage.
The remaining guards dropped their weapons, their faces pale with fear.
Dom smirked, brushing the dust off his jacket. "Smart choice. Now, who's going to show me the way out?"