The air was thick with the stench of burning metal and the acrid scent of ozone, a testament to the relentless clash between Wolverine and myself. The once-pristine void had been transformed into a chaotic battlefield, strewn with the remnants of shattered realities. Debris, ranging from discarded electronics to entire buildings, littered the ground, a stark contrast to the serene emptiness that had once characterized this desolate realm.

Wolverine and You were on the brink of exhaustion. Your movements had slowed to a crawl, each strike a labored effort. Frustration was etched on Your faces as we sought to gain the upper hand, but our bodies betrayed You Both. Your stamina was waning, and the prospect of victory seemed increasingly distant.

Just as it seemed the battle would descend into a stalemate, a voice pierced the cacophony. "Hey!" You both turned to see a figure perched atop a towering structure, their identity obscured by a hooded sweatshirt and rugged attire. The figure pointed towards the distant horizon, their voice filled with urgency. "If we keep fighting each other, we'll lose! They're coming," He warned, gesturing towards the approaching horde of vehicles.

A wave of dread washed over You as You surveyed the approaching threat. Countless vehicles of varying sizes and shapes were converging on our position, their occupants clad in desert gear and their faces concealed by disguises. It was clear that they posed a significant threat, and our ongoing conflict would only weaken our ability to defend ourselves.

Without hesitation, the hooded figure leaped from the tower, His descent a blur of motion. With a superheroic landing, He landed gracefully before us, His identity finally revealed as the Human Torch. "I've got this," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering determination. As he stood tall and ready, You couldn't help but feel a surge of relief.