07-30-2018, 02:27 PM
Cells breathing became jagged and chalky, they had been fighting for some time now and it was beginning to ware down on him. Yet this was nothing compared to the battles hes gone through, even if he was currently bleeding a large amount of blood into the void around him.
Slowly the venom began to clear up, his vision still blurry as Erik rushed in, but he was able to discern shapes from just abstract amalgamations of images his brain tried its best to process. Playing it smart he would begin flying in the other direction.
Away from Erik who diligently chased after, “What happened to ending it?” The cultist taunted.
Cell would say nothing, but would wonder where the furry weasel was located now as he felt an arrow sail by the side of his face, scratching his cheek as Erik nearly earned his head shot achievement.
Not too far off Ricter was still following Deadpool, wondering why their was a fuzzy doll creature now floating around in space. Part of him wondered if it was some kind of secret device to gain an edge, but the fact that he threw it only made him think it was just a botched throw on his part.
Shrugging, he noticed Cell running away, eyes slightly squinting while a hail of arrows were being shot at him, most missing thanks to his erratic flying but some grazing his body.
Back to Deadpool, he seemed to just be upset that his throw lingered way more than it should have and so he would try to make a sneak attack on him. Jumping and floating towards him he would soon aim to stab him in the back using his sword, but the man moved slightly.
The blade would sink into his left ass cheek, stabbing through layers of fat and regenerative skin, maybe and inch or two at best. The man in red yelped and turned around to look at the person who penetrated him from behind, the sword still stuck in his ass.
“You again? Listen, buddy. I know you guys love shoving things into middle aged guys in costumes but you need to understand I don’t want to yiff you.”
Confused, and probably wondering what the hell the word ‘yiff’ was as it sounded made up and silly. Ricter just floated there, puzzled beyond belief as he looked at him funny and finally said.
“Are you...insane?” The stoat asked almost innocently.
“Looks like someones a slow learner.” The red tights wearing man no sooner would pull out both of his sword from his back. Startling Ricter as he raised his arms to defend. Making sweeping cross section cuts against him, each leaving streaks of red to lash around them in a flurry.
The stoat didn’t being cut up in such a manner, as would no one, but he had no means to defend. Grabbing at one of the weapons, Dead Pool just pulled back and knocked him away with a kick.
Pausing now as Ricter was now out of his hair he looked back to the sword stuck in his ass, reaching a hand back towards the handle but missing it a few times.
“Almost..Just gotta wiggle it out, pinch, and..-” With a trumpet yank he would pull it free with a sign of relief, tossing the sword aimlessly in another direction. “There, all done.”
Dropping down, Cell would notice that his compatriot was tumbling in the open space, injured yet nothing like the lashing he was just given. Making a beeline for him, Cell grabbed him by an arm and flew towards an empty abandoned space station.
“Wait! Cell, I need my sword!” Ricter Protested.
“Not now, we need to think of a plan, at the very least ambush them.” The green man hinted as they came to the air lock of the station and touched down to the ground. Immediately hiding inside the somewhat sizable complex of machinery that was made to house astronauts for extended periods.
Erik, and soon after Deadpool, would make their way inside, seeing nothing but the calm stillness of the station. Nothing felt alive here, and only a still silence lingered around them.
“They've in here somewhere.” Eirk spoke, glancing around the halls till eventually coming with in the control room. Having a large window with a view of the surrounding asteroids and floating particles of dust, the view was amazing, yet it wouldn’t be enjoyed for long as Ricter and Cell jumped out from behind a wreaked piece of equipment.
Ready to attack, but both Erik and Deadpool gazed towards the window with horror as something was approaching, calling for Ricter and Cells attention soon after. The whitish blue twin lights began to spin slowly towards them. Leaving no time to escape, all they could do was pray.
“Dear god, this is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen.” Deadpool commented as the Furbypool he tossed gently tapped the glass, unleashing a massive explosion would encircle the cockpit. Ripping through the area and sending ripples through out space.
Slowly the venom began to clear up, his vision still blurry as Erik rushed in, but he was able to discern shapes from just abstract amalgamations of images his brain tried its best to process. Playing it smart he would begin flying in the other direction.
Away from Erik who diligently chased after, “What happened to ending it?” The cultist taunted.
Cell would say nothing, but would wonder where the furry weasel was located now as he felt an arrow sail by the side of his face, scratching his cheek as Erik nearly earned his head shot achievement.
*****
Not too far off Ricter was still following Deadpool, wondering why their was a fuzzy doll creature now floating around in space. Part of him wondered if it was some kind of secret device to gain an edge, but the fact that he threw it only made him think it was just a botched throw on his part.
Shrugging, he noticed Cell running away, eyes slightly squinting while a hail of arrows were being shot at him, most missing thanks to his erratic flying but some grazing his body.
Back to Deadpool, he seemed to just be upset that his throw lingered way more than it should have and so he would try to make a sneak attack on him. Jumping and floating towards him he would soon aim to stab him in the back using his sword, but the man moved slightly.
The blade would sink into his left ass cheek, stabbing through layers of fat and regenerative skin, maybe and inch or two at best. The man in red yelped and turned around to look at the person who penetrated him from behind, the sword still stuck in his ass.
“You again? Listen, buddy. I know you guys love shoving things into middle aged guys in costumes but you need to understand I don’t want to yiff you.”
Confused, and probably wondering what the hell the word ‘yiff’ was as it sounded made up and silly. Ricter just floated there, puzzled beyond belief as he looked at him funny and finally said.
“Are you...insane?” The stoat asked almost innocently.
“Looks like someones a slow learner.” The red tights wearing man no sooner would pull out both of his sword from his back. Startling Ricter as he raised his arms to defend. Making sweeping cross section cuts against him, each leaving streaks of red to lash around them in a flurry.
The stoat didn’t being cut up in such a manner, as would no one, but he had no means to defend. Grabbing at one of the weapons, Dead Pool just pulled back and knocked him away with a kick.
Pausing now as Ricter was now out of his hair he looked back to the sword stuck in his ass, reaching a hand back towards the handle but missing it a few times.
“Almost..Just gotta wiggle it out, pinch, and..-” With a trumpet yank he would pull it free with a sign of relief, tossing the sword aimlessly in another direction. “There, all done.”
*****
Dropping down, Cell would notice that his compatriot was tumbling in the open space, injured yet nothing like the lashing he was just given. Making a beeline for him, Cell grabbed him by an arm and flew towards an empty abandoned space station.
“Wait! Cell, I need my sword!” Ricter Protested.
“Not now, we need to think of a plan, at the very least ambush them.” The green man hinted as they came to the air lock of the station and touched down to the ground. Immediately hiding inside the somewhat sizable complex of machinery that was made to house astronauts for extended periods.
Erik, and soon after Deadpool, would make their way inside, seeing nothing but the calm stillness of the station. Nothing felt alive here, and only a still silence lingered around them.
“They've in here somewhere.” Eirk spoke, glancing around the halls till eventually coming with in the control room. Having a large window with a view of the surrounding asteroids and floating particles of dust, the view was amazing, yet it wouldn’t be enjoyed for long as Ricter and Cell jumped out from behind a wreaked piece of equipment.
Ready to attack, but both Erik and Deadpool gazed towards the window with horror as something was approaching, calling for Ricter and Cells attention soon after. The whitish blue twin lights began to spin slowly towards them. Leaving no time to escape, all they could do was pray.
“Dear god, this is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen.” Deadpool commented as the Furbypool he tossed gently tapped the glass, unleashing a massive explosion would encircle the cockpit. Ripping through the area and sending ripples through out space.
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Furbypool blows up!