Dozens of enemies surrounded Jack, their twisted forms illuminated by the eerie light of the club. Jack struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he surveyed the carnage around him. His left hand was severed, and a fresh gash across his eye left his vision blurred and his head pounding.

With only a few enemies left, Jack fought on with grit and determination, but his wounds were taking their toll. Hamza watched from the sidelines. The shock of seeing Jack's condition was evident on his face. Hamza had an admiration for Jack as his childhood hero.. seeing him like this made him worried just what was going on. what happened to Jack?

Is this the alternate timeline change? A gravely wounded samurai jack? how did Aku even manage to do this?

Hamza although was rationalizing his decision. He was visibly hurt looking at his childhood hero struggling like this he would just convince himself that was not the case.

"He's badly wounded," his thought translated to him saying it out loud.

"We must take action. If he dies, we'll never clear the conditions period. "

looking at observer he had made up his mind. The MCs were especially very important. He needed them as well as they were just farming tools for Gp points.

My abilities were oddly structured in a way that forced me to rely on others.

"Observer, help me!" Hamza shouted. "I'm going to distract the aliens and save Jack. use your portal. we just need to distract them"

"You owe me " Observer replied her eyes scanning the battlefield for the perfect opportunity. With a flick of her wrist, she used her abilities to open a portal for Hamza. He grabbed an empty chair near him and entered the portal without hesitation.

A new portal opened in the air above the battlefield as Hamza emerged with a chair in hand. An enemy was just below him as he descended from a great height, the wind whipping through his hair as he prepared to strike.

"One chair combo coming right up!" Hamza yelled as he landed on the enemy. The long-necked alien heard him, but it was too late. With full force, He used the chair, hitting it on the head.

The impact of the chair hitting the alien's head was so powerful that it sent a loud noise to the remaining enemies. It gave Jack the chance to catch his breath and stand back on his feet as every alien got distracted by hamza sudden entry.

A commotion piqued the curiosity of a few extraterrestrial onlookers. They hurried over to the scene where one of their buddies lay unconscious, sporting a stylish new red paint job courtesy of Hamza. He was still giving the alien a one-sided wrestling match, just for laughs.

"A new human?" one of the aliens remarked, noticing Hamza's presence.

"It's an ally of this one. GET HIM!" he shouted, one of the aliens growled as they charged at Hamza. A few of the aliens began to run toward Hamza, who had already started running away.

"Okay, now's the time for JoJo's secret technique," Hamza muttered to himself as he dashed away from the battlefield, with the aliens hot on his heels.

Nigerooooo

Hamza couldn't use any abilities as he had zero GP at the moment. He knew he couldn't fight the aliens, so his goal was to distract them and let Jack handle the rest.

Jack's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed a human in their midst for the first time since arriving here. Before he could even get a good look at the newcomer, a sharp claw came hurtling towards him. Reacting on instinct, he drew his sword and parried the attack with a loud clash.

"CHING!" The sound of the impact reverberated across the battlefield.

Jack seized the opportunity and leaped towards the alien, his sword slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning. The creature barely had time to react before Jack's blade landed on its flesh, cleaving it open with a sickening squelch.

"Slash, ching!" he roared, his voice infused with a mix of adrenaline and triumph. The alien let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

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The other aliens were taken aback by Jack's display of prowess and momentarily halted their pursuit of Hamza. But soon enough, they regained their composure and resumed their chase.

Jack landed on his feet with remarkable poise and grace, the muscles in his legs coiled like springs as he prepared for his next move against the two aliens in front of him. In one swift motion, he unsheathed his sword and sliced both of the alien's arms clean off, leaving it to scream in agony before finally succumbing to their wounds.

With the other aliens still hot on Hamza's trail, Jack's senses were heightened, his reflexes sharper than ever. He deftly maneuvered around the dance area, his sword whistling through the air as he dispatched any creature foolish enough to cross his path.

"Observer, HELP! I NEED freaking helppp!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of exertion.

Observer, looking exhausted and out of breath, used her portal ability to open a path for Hamza. He ran through it, and the portal snapped shut behind him. She was constantly moving and hiding in the crowd to not be attacked.

"Where did HE go?" one of the aliens growled, scanning the area for any sign of their prey.

Meanwhile, Jack continued to battle the remaining aliens, his sword slicing through the air with a sound like thunder.

"Slash, ching!" he roared with each strike, his adrenaline pumping as he took down one alien after another.

The music continued to blare through the club, the cage dancers still swaying to the beat as if nothing was amiss. It was as if the entire battle had gone unnoticed, with everyone going about their business as if it were just another night in the club. But for Jack, the wounds he sustained were all too real. He fell to his knees, clutching his bloody right hand, which had been entirely decapitated.

The fabric he had wrapped around his left hand was soaked through with blood, turning it into a crimson shroud. His breathing was labored, and he was losing blood fast. It was clear that he needed medical attention, and fast.

Hamza emerged from the shadows, his face a mix of sadness and determination. He knelt beside Jack, his eyes scanning the wounds on his body.

"You're wounded badly," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "I will try to help. Just hang in there."

Jack's breathing was labored, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness. He barely registered Hamza's words before his eyes closed, and he slumped forward trying to draw his sword. he was still on guard.

Hamza cushioned Jack before he fell, holding him gently in his arms. He carried him over to a nearby table, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan.

"Observer, we need to heal him," Hamza said urgently, his eyes never leaving Jack's prone form.

"Give me a moment to catch my breath,"

Observer replied, her own breathing heavy and labored.

"These abilities take a toll on my body and stamina. i can only do so much."

Hamza kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, his grip tightening on the sword-like mechanical thing he had taken from the dead alien. Though no one seemed to be paying them any attention, he couldn't shake the feeling that danger lurked around every corner.

If the timeline is this different, anything could happen I need to be cautious. I need to protect Jack. We can't let him die like this.

A few minutes had passed since Jack's injury, and Observer was finally ready to use her healing ability on him. Jack was looking weaker than ever, his face pale and his arm bleeding heavily.

"I don't think I can regrow his arm, but I can at least stabilize his condition and restore his eye wound," Observer said, looking at Hamza.

She raised her hands, which emitted a soft green glow, and placed them gently on Jack's face. Observer's face was stern as she struggled to maintain her ability, but she powered through the pain.

The scar that ran through Jack's face and left eye disappeared, and his eye was completely restored. His bleeding arm also stopped bleeding, and he looked much better than before.

Observer's face twisted in agony, and she held her head, feeling incredibly weak. "I feel so drained," she said in a low voice, pausing between words.

Suddenly, Observer fell unconscious and started to fall to the ground. Hamza moved quickly and caught her before she hit the ground.

"Thank you," he said, looking at Observer with a warm smile.

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A group of four dogs watched intently from their pod table as they observed the three humans and two dogs. One of the dogs, wearing a monocle, spoke up.

"LADS, that's our group we need. Though two of them look to be unconscious," he said, his monocle glinting in the light.

Another dog, a black one, chimed in.

"Aye, they look good alright, but they'll never do it."

"Just be careful," the third dog added.

The fourth dog interjected, "Why are we even trying this? It will never work. Everyone has rejected us so far. Let's just go back. We can't risk Aku finding out about us."

The dog wearing the monocle replied confidently,

"We'll see about that. No worries, old friend, everything is looking fine for the moment."

With that, the small dog wearing a monocle stood up and made his way across the bar towards the three people. One of them was standing guard, and he approached cautiously, hoping to avoid any conflict.

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Hamza remained alert, keeping a close eye on his surroundings when he heard a voice. The voice sounded polite, yet peculiarly familiar. He scanned his surroundings but saw no one until he looked down and found a cyan-colored dog wearing a monocle and a red bow tie.

"Pardon me, fine sir," the dog said in a gentleman's tone.

"I was wondering if you would be so kind as to join us for refreshments with my friends. We have a proposal for you."

Hamza was taken aback by the dog's appearance and could hardly believe his eyes. He remembered watching the show, where such developments occurred only after Jack defeated the aliens. But, Jack was unconscious, and Hamza didn't know what to make of it.

After pondering for a moment, he concluded,

It might be okay since they're harmless, and Jack needs to interact with them. Let's go with them. We need as few eyes as possible on us.

With that, Hamza replied,

"I don't trust you, but my group needs some privacy and help. We can listen to your proposal." Hamza said in a stern voice.

The dog smiled as if he scored a jackpot,

"Marvelous. But of course," The tie and monocle-wearing dog said, a small smile forming on his lips as he and the two dogs helped carry Jack while he carried Observer on his back. Her body was pressing down on him, and Hamza couldn't help but notice how heavy she was.

"You're heavy," he said, trying to hold back a chuckle as they made their way towards the table occupied by the four dogs.

Observer made a cranky noise as though she was listening, but she did not wake up from her slumber.

As they all took their seats, Hamza found himself seated between Jack and Observer. Their heads were down, and Hamza couldn't help but observe the table they were sitting at. It was like a pod, with a big table in the middle that was not see-through. Once they were all seated, the pod closed, isolating the four dogs and three humans inside.

"Please, have a seat and help yourself," the dog said,

A silence descended upon them for a few minutes, and Hamza took the opportunity to observe all of them, but his eyes were fixed on one individual more than anyone else. A red dog. Hamza was 100% sure that this dog was never part of the original timeline.

"This is the change, huh," Hamza thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

"I'm getting a bad feeling from this thing. This is definitely an Akus informant. It has to be."