06-13-2018, 09:08 PM
“Well, it looks like pipsqueak is gonna be helping me out after all. Guess that leaves just me and you, huh Mr. Shades?”
Dave gave a sharp exhale through his nose as confirmation, the two flashing their weapons as their partners behind them were already in the heat of battle. Dave was working things in his mind for a moment, trying to piece together how he should fight. He didn't trust this dude, he looked and talked like some kind of shitty ironic superhero, probably one he would have read too.
“So now what, we are just gonna stand here for thirty seconds while you do an internal monologue? I always hate this part in fights, it’s so boring.” He began to take a few steps forward, showing off his skills as he twirled his katanas. “Smackface McGee over there has the right idea, so how about we get down to business?” With that the mercenary went full sprint towards the Knight, who now held Caledscratch in front of him with two hands.
“Whatever, let’s go.”
The two quickly clashed, the steel of their weapons singing aloud with each strike. Both seemed to be well established swordsmen, slowly making their way around the arena while both trying to avoid any crossfire from the other duo. Although Kenpachi’s strength was reduced, he stayed relentless with his attacks, leaving the psychic having trouble finding an opening for himself to focus on his more advanced techniques.
“Nice shitty katanas.” Dave spoke aloud as he brought his sword down, Deadpool crossing his blades to stop it in its tracks.
“Nice shitty sword, too bad it’s all you got. Unless you’re gonna pull some time shenanigans on me.”
Well shit. He knows.
Deadpool pushed back with his own strength, beginning to overpower Strider in his moment of confusion. With a quick spin he smacked the blade aside, tossing up a katana before pulling out a gun, Dave’s eyes widening before attempting to bring his blade in, to block. Five shots were fired, with two of them being deflected while the others hit their mark. Strider fell back and looked up at the mercenary, with their allies in the background still going at it. Dave tightened his grip on Caledscratch and watched as the katana came back down, Deadpool allowing it to land right into its sheath.
“Looks like I got the first hit, and it’s technically not even my turn, sucks to be your writer, huh? Or should I say ghostwriter?” Deadpool gave a laugh and literally slapped his knee. “Man, I should get paid for this.”
The Knight held out his hand and summoned a timetable, grimacing a bit from the shots in his chest. Another Dave appeared and repeated the downward slash he committed to earlier. Deadpool blocked with one hand, giving another laugh.
“Didn’t I just tell you I knew what this power was?” Deadpool spoke as he raised his gun to the original Dave, who was now rushing towards him. Five more shots went off, this time all missing as Strider exerted a burst of speed, heading straight for Deadpool.
“Burst movement, you clever little shitstain.” Deadpool wagged his finger as Dave slashed at his side leaving a slight gash in the mercenary’s outfit. The duplicate Dave dissipated, leaving Deadpool with his hands free, checking out the cut in his suit.
“See and I just got this dry-cleaned for the event. How else am I supposed to seduce Karl- Hey where are you going?” Deadpool watched the cool kid simply keep going after slashing him, before realizing what was happening, “Oh, shit. PIPSQUEAK, WATCH FOR THE CHEAP SHOT!” With a sprint, he chased after Dave.
“What?” Erik called out, looking behind him in time to see Strider coming at him. The psychic had nothing to defend himself with, being caught between the two and there wasn’t enough time to phase and avoid it. The psychic braced as the sword dug into his back, leaving a wide gash across it, starting from his shoulder.
“Damn it!” the psychic cursed through clenched teeth, faltering for a moment as he phased in defense afterwards, calling out to his ally, who was now arriving.
“Didn’t you call fighting him?!”
“Not my fault you didn’t invest in things to block swords.” Deadpool stated.
Erik managed to take a step back behind Deadpool, muttering a bit. “How about we fight together then.”
“Fine, I’ll be your tank, wizard guy.” Deadpool casually responded, the term wizard making Erik narrow his eyes.
“Psychic.”
“Same thing, either way, it’s about to be my turn, this guy is almost out of words.”
Erik sighed, assuming the man was just crazy, summoning his bow as they looked at their opponents. Both held their sword high with one hand, with Dave having his hand outstretched in order to control his Timetable.
“Hey, you with the suit.” Dave nodded his head at Deadpool as he lowered his sword a bit.
“Now? What are you gonna do with twenty words?”
“Lay down some sick fires.” Dave floated and reached out for his other Timetable.
“Shit.”
Dave gave a sharp exhale through his nose as confirmation, the two flashing their weapons as their partners behind them were already in the heat of battle. Dave was working things in his mind for a moment, trying to piece together how he should fight. He didn't trust this dude, he looked and talked like some kind of shitty ironic superhero, probably one he would have read too.
“So now what, we are just gonna stand here for thirty seconds while you do an internal monologue? I always hate this part in fights, it’s so boring.” He began to take a few steps forward, showing off his skills as he twirled his katanas. “Smackface McGee over there has the right idea, so how about we get down to business?” With that the mercenary went full sprint towards the Knight, who now held Caledscratch in front of him with two hands.
“Whatever, let’s go.”
The two quickly clashed, the steel of their weapons singing aloud with each strike. Both seemed to be well established swordsmen, slowly making their way around the arena while both trying to avoid any crossfire from the other duo. Although Kenpachi’s strength was reduced, he stayed relentless with his attacks, leaving the psychic having trouble finding an opening for himself to focus on his more advanced techniques.
“Nice shitty katanas.” Dave spoke aloud as he brought his sword down, Deadpool crossing his blades to stop it in its tracks.
“Nice shitty sword, too bad it’s all you got. Unless you’re gonna pull some time shenanigans on me.”
Well shit. He knows.
Deadpool pushed back with his own strength, beginning to overpower Strider in his moment of confusion. With a quick spin he smacked the blade aside, tossing up a katana before pulling out a gun, Dave’s eyes widening before attempting to bring his blade in, to block. Five shots were fired, with two of them being deflected while the others hit their mark. Strider fell back and looked up at the mercenary, with their allies in the background still going at it. Dave tightened his grip on Caledscratch and watched as the katana came back down, Deadpool allowing it to land right into its sheath.
“Looks like I got the first hit, and it’s technically not even my turn, sucks to be your writer, huh? Or should I say ghostwriter?” Deadpool gave a laugh and literally slapped his knee. “Man, I should get paid for this.”
The Knight held out his hand and summoned a timetable, grimacing a bit from the shots in his chest. Another Dave appeared and repeated the downward slash he committed to earlier. Deadpool blocked with one hand, giving another laugh.
“Didn’t I just tell you I knew what this power was?” Deadpool spoke as he raised his gun to the original Dave, who was now rushing towards him. Five more shots went off, this time all missing as Strider exerted a burst of speed, heading straight for Deadpool.
“Burst movement, you clever little shitstain.” Deadpool wagged his finger as Dave slashed at his side leaving a slight gash in the mercenary’s outfit. The duplicate Dave dissipated, leaving Deadpool with his hands free, checking out the cut in his suit.
“See and I just got this dry-cleaned for the event. How else am I supposed to seduce Karl- Hey where are you going?” Deadpool watched the cool kid simply keep going after slashing him, before realizing what was happening, “Oh, shit. PIPSQUEAK, WATCH FOR THE CHEAP SHOT!” With a sprint, he chased after Dave.
“What?” Erik called out, looking behind him in time to see Strider coming at him. The psychic had nothing to defend himself with, being caught between the two and there wasn’t enough time to phase and avoid it. The psychic braced as the sword dug into his back, leaving a wide gash across it, starting from his shoulder.
“Damn it!” the psychic cursed through clenched teeth, faltering for a moment as he phased in defense afterwards, calling out to his ally, who was now arriving.
“Didn’t you call fighting him?!”
“Not my fault you didn’t invest in things to block swords.” Deadpool stated.
Erik managed to take a step back behind Deadpool, muttering a bit. “How about we fight together then.”
“Fine, I’ll be your tank, wizard guy.” Deadpool casually responded, the term wizard making Erik narrow his eyes.
“Psychic.”
“Same thing, either way, it’s about to be my turn, this guy is almost out of words.”
Erik sighed, assuming the man was just crazy, summoning his bow as they looked at their opponents. Both held their sword high with one hand, with Dave having his hand outstretched in order to control his Timetable.
“Hey, you with the suit.” Dave nodded his head at Deadpool as he lowered his sword a bit.
“Now? What are you gonna do with twenty words?”
“Lay down some sick fires.” Dave floated and reached out for his other Timetable.
“Shit.”
Quote:850 according to gdocs
Deadpool has a few shots on Dave, and in return there is a small gash in the mercenary's side.
Dave slashed Erik's back while it was turned
Dave is using his T1 super attack Sick Rhymes on Deadpool 2/3 sp remaining
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