[Round 4 - C] Erik Vrell & Deadpool vs Serraph & Sasuke

[Deadpool]

The sound of clanging metal reverberated throughout the battleground, lacerating the sloping terrain’s silence. Deadpool towered over his teenage friend-emy, but did not overwhelm him. Their swords were caught in a struggle, grinding against one another as both fighters attempted to shatter one another’s blade with pure force.

“Any memories rushing back to you?” The ninja questioned, gritting his teeth. His normally ebony eyes had already transformed red; little tears danced around his pupils.

“Oh, how could I forget, Sas-bae? This is the place where all my hard work led to your championship,” the mercenary replied.

Deadpool disengaged his katana from Sasuke’s blade, then sank his heel into the boy’s abdomen, staggering him. Spit ejected from Sasuke’s mouth while he clenched for his gut with his free hand; his right hand dragged his sword across the patchy turf, carving an uneven line into it. He nearly stumbled into a kiddy pool sized crater, to the back-left of him, but skidded to a halt right before he ran out of ground.

“That’s the hole Doomguy made when he evaporated Mickey!” The mercenary said. “I think it was, at least. I was dead.”

Sasuke looked at the hole. “Yeah,” he replied, reminiscing, “and your deathbed was right outside the clinic.” His head gestured towards the abandoned building in the distance, to his right.

Deadpool’s eyes followed the ninja’s glare to the clinic. It still stood at the top of the hill; on either side, an uprooted tree fought time and gravity to stay vertical. Blood decorated the face of the building, as if vandalized by a blind man and a canister of red spray paint. The small, square windows were blown out, only retaining jagged teeth of glass around their frames.

The mercenary growled as memories of his defeat flashed to the forefront of his mind—Mickey standing over top of him, the humming of Doomguy’s BFG, the green surge of energy rushing towards him, consuming him like a deluge swallowing a kayak. They were vivid. . . almost palpable.

”I shoulda won that year,” he muttered, ”and would have, if not for you joining the ‘let’s all fight DP’ gangbang. I expected it from Mickey--he’s an honorless, self-righteous hypocrite--but not from you. ”

Sasuke scoffed. “You wouldn’t have made it beyond the first day without me. When I bumped into you, you were alone, with nothing else but a recreational toy for a weapon.”

”And you were a depressed teenager with older brother issues, lost and confused in a new world, wondering why your dick jumped every time you saw a lamp get plugged in.”

“Well here’s your chance to prove that you’re the real champion.” Sasuke grasped his sword with both hands. “But you know beating me is an uphill battle.”

”Yeah, I gotta pummel you before you pull another Nexus, and Houdini your way out of the fight,” the mercenary he quipped; a smirk creased his mask. ”And speaking of pummeling--”

Deadpool glanced at the katana in his right hand, then chucked it aside; he unsheathed his other katana and did the same; after he pressed his round belt buckle which vaguely resembled his mask, it fell from his waist, and hit the ground with a thud.

”--I’m gonna give you the rare respect of a gentleman’s fight, and beat you to death with the body Stan Lee gave me. I mean, hey, what’s a more intimate way to end someone’s life? Other than death by sex, of course, but I’m not sexually attracted to ya, buddy . . . not unless we were imprisoned together . . . then maybe, because you haven’t grown your man body yet, and are probably still feminine-looking from behind.”

WC - 635


Deadpool will not be using his weapons during this fight, for now.

Deadpool activates T1 power-up for half the round [+2/+1/+0/+2] (-2 SP ~~ 4/6 SP remaining)