Day One: Part 1

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#04 Retane vs #27 Deadpool

”Sure is a nice day for a walk!” Although he had felt a little less comfortable since putting on the collar, Deadpool had enjoyed the little ride to the island. Nothing like a nice ride in a vintage chopper to make him feel like he was parachuting into good ole ‘Nam. A glance into his bag upon landing had revealed a pretty nifty little tool, and once he had some time to enjoy the fresh synthetic air from the people at Syntex, he’d set up and see what he could do.

You excited or what?

Deadpool paused when he realized nothing was happening. No rebuttal. No snide remark for him to quip back at.

...Hey?

We should focus on what’s right in front of your face, you know.

The merc-with-a-mouth twitched behind his mask as he turned around and took a green fist to the face. By the time Deadpool hit the pavement, he was already rolling backwards and springing into an upright position. With a shake of his skull, he dispelled the stars dancing around his head and glanced across the street to see a green man in a cape glaring at him. In one of his clawed hands, this would-be villain clutched…

”A mirror? You got a mirror?” Deadpool leaned back and let out a hearty, overdramatic chuckle. ”You going to melt me like an ant?

“You think this is funny?” Retane scowled as he dashed forward, his ridiculous golden mirror reflecting in the light of a nearby streetlamp. Never one to be caught off-guard twice, Deadpool ducked to the left and swung a knee up into the namekian’s gut. Instead of folding over, Retane let out a snarl and threw his head sideways at his opponent, smashing hard into the mercenary’s masked jaw. A beat later, the handle of a golden mirror cracked Deadpool right in the middle of his skull.

”Note to self… mirror is made of very dense metal,” the mercenary stumbled away from the namekian and let out a long breath. ”All right then, lemme just wipe away the lube and we’ll get down to the real business.”

...Did you think that before you said it?.

You and your blue text are behind this! You're ruining everything...

No worries, I overrode it. You do blue text for now, it's okay.

You know the other guy didn't have such rough hands.

“Shut your yap!” Retane shouted as he threw a fist at Deadpool. On this occasion, the mercenary shot up a hand and intercepted the green fist. Just like that, the mercenary had gone from half-assed to full-assed. The namekian had only enough time to draw in some air before a flurry of fists descended upon his face and chest. With every impact, Retane found it harder to stay vertical, until at last a kick shattered his jaw and threw him off the street.

A grin spread across Deadpool’s face as he watched the namekian crash into the side of the hill and roll down into the ditch next the street.

So was I the first one? … C’mon, I know you’re there.

You’re aware we're not done with this scene, right?

What else does can a beer drinking snail really do?

A few yards away, a namekian arose from the side of the street. Wiping the blood from his mouth, Retane flashed a toothy, ensanguined grin at Deadpool as he reached behind his neck and tugged at his cloak. The heavy garment fell away to reveal a strange glowing thing on the namekian’s back. Before Deadpool could make a quip, his new friend, now complete with a feral gaze in his eyes, lunged across the street at him. The mercenary managed to avoid the first few swipes, but the third caught him in the right shoulder and knocked him off balance. As he tried to recover himself, a green fist closed around his throat and a second crashed into the side of his skull.

“How does it feel to know that you’ll be the first to die?” Retane growled as he lifted Deadpool up off the ground. Before letting the smart ass respond to his (hopefully) rhetorical question, the namekian pulled out the mirror, smashed it against his opponent’s face, and proceeded to try and grind it into his skull.

From beneath the dented mirror and shards of glass buried through his mask, the mercenary coughed--a wet one laced with some blood. “[color]Anyone every tell you your breath smells like beer?[/color]” With that, Deadpool swung back his foot and proceeded to bury it into Retane’s crotch. Unfortunately for everyone’s favorite mercenary, his clearly male adversary didn’t react as he had hoped.

You set me up for that! Damn transexual or something?

Before he could have his throat crushed, Deadpool twisted his lithe figure around, cocking one of his legs back as he pried at the clawed hands around his neck. “This might hurt…” With each thunderous spin kick that collided with Retane’s chest and head, the smirking mercenary spat out the name of the attack in broken, overdramatic Japanese. ”Tatsumaki Senpu Kyaku!” When the last kick ricoheted off Retane’s face and Deadpool dropped to the ground, the mercenary flung his head up and saw that his opponent was wavering. Never one to lose a moment, he sprung forward, and with his fist leading the way, he jumped up at the namekian’s chin. ”Shoryuken!”

Although there were no explosions of flames (I mean, it’s not super, after all), the impact of the leaping uppercut sent the namekian hurtling into the forest and out of sight.

When he landed back on the ground, Deadpool found himself a little more winded than he would have liked to be. His eyes turned to the ruined patch of scrubs where Retane had landed, but he saw no snail corpse lying in the brush.

...This is going to be a long super fun! week.

...

...I hate you.

[spoiler]

Retane has suffered a smashed up jaw and bruises/cuts all along his upper body (this is all combined into one Minor Injury; +6 Damage Points)
Deadpool has suffered some deep cuts to the face -- Minor Injury (+4 Damage Points)
Retane used Malefactor (-1 SP)
The Hand Mirror’s glass is gone, and it is dented.
Deadpool used End of an Overture (-1 SP) and Hurricane Kick (-2 SP)
Malefactor rolled ‘18’ - Retane remains in control.

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