06-15-2018, 09:04 PM
”Awh shit.” Deadpool nudged Erik’s arm ”Watch this. He’s about to go all Tiesto on us!”
Erik looked up at his ally with an arched brow and widened eye. “Tiesto?”
"You know . . . the really rich, Dutch DJ?”
“I’m not familiar with the name.”
”He’s about to drop some type of beat--hopefully cool rap instrument, or a remixed sample of an old classic,” the mercenary explained. Then his eyes instantly lit up. ”No, wait, I got the perfect fucking song!!!!” He returned his attention to the faceless teenager (perhaps preteen?), now pointing his katana at him. ”Hey, do you know the theme song to Mortal Kombat?!”
Dave’s sunglasses glinted under Karl’s artificial sun, and a mouth materialized in the form of a smirk across his featureless white face. “Hell yeah I do!” The turntables under his hands began to spin.
Erik snarled like an annoyed dog tolerating abuse from a toddler. “Don’t provoke him, Deadpool.”
”Relax. He’s just going to summon an alternate version of himself. I’m used to these types of shenanigans; in my multiverse, there are literally hundreds of me, all from different universes--there’s a Grootpool, and a Pandapool, and even a Deadpool Dinosaur . . . there’s also an evil version of me out there.
I’m definitely willing to accept a small inconvenience for the chance to fight with the Mortal Kombat theme song playing in the background.”
The deep sound of a pounded gong echoed from Dave’s turntables, followed by a bass-less techno rhythm.
Oooooohhh, it’s about to start!!!” Deadpool got as giddy as a prepubescent girl attending a boy-band concert.
Test your might, a voice emitted, thrice, then once more, before another voice yelled: “MORTAL KOMBAAAAT!”
When the bass subsequently jump-started the pace of the song, Dave’s smirk opened into a full grin, showcasing a whole cast of teeth whiter than his skin.
”The clone will probably be reenacting one of his earlier actions!” Deadpool recalled.
Erik generated a purple arrow, and immediately launched it from his energetic bow. It zoomed towards Dave, but never reached its intended target; another Dave--with a full-length tie instead of a bow-tie--fell from the sky, sword in hand, to deflect the attack. The psionic arrow smashed into the western portion of the shallow brick wall enclosing the arena, and exploded into a dazzling display of violet fireworks.
Deadpool was already rushing forward, katana cocked back as if it were a polo mallet. He struck the clone across the belly, spilling its guts onto the scuffed tiles of the arena; digested food from Dave’s dinner the previous evening oozed from the copy’s small intestines, diluting the color of blood into the color of liquified shit.
”Jesus, what the fuck did you eat last night, indian food?” The stench made Deadpool’s face ball like a fist. ”The smell . . . it’s ruining my Mortal Kombat fight scene!!!”
“Look out!!!!” Erik yelled.
When the mercenary went to turn, he felt the cold touch of steel drive through his back and say hello from the other side like Adele as it protruded from his chest.
”That’s my blood, isn’t it?” he asked while staring down at the sanguine- dipped blade; his katana dropped from his hand. ”I’m starting to feel like one of Bill Cosby’s victims, after one of his special cocktails.”
A third replica of Dave materialized just feet away from the mercenary, intent on finishing the job, but a psionic arrow splattered it over the dragon mural outside of the ring.
Erik quickly generated another arrow and took aim at the copy of Dave impaling his partner. As he went to release it, a fourth clone slashed at his arms, breaking his focus. His bow and arrow dissipated to nothingness.
“Dammit,” he muttered.
The mage generated a blade of his own. He swiped it at the clone’s legs, transforming it into a career cripple. It collapsed to the ring in three unequal parts--two legs from the knees down, and one rest of body--, wailing like a kid who wants their momma.
Erik wasn’t foolish enough to become lax after a small victory; swiveling around, he swung his blade at a fifth clone’s neck, giving it a smiley face from ear to ear. Blood squirted from its juggler, and flowed like a waterfall over its attire.
Erik looked up at his ally with an arched brow and widened eye. “Tiesto?”
"You know . . . the really rich, Dutch DJ?”
“I’m not familiar with the name.”
”He’s about to drop some type of beat--hopefully cool rap instrument, or a remixed sample of an old classic,” the mercenary explained. Then his eyes instantly lit up. ”No, wait, I got the perfect fucking song!!!!” He returned his attention to the faceless teenager (perhaps preteen?), now pointing his katana at him. ”Hey, do you know the theme song to Mortal Kombat?!”
Dave’s sunglasses glinted under Karl’s artificial sun, and a mouth materialized in the form of a smirk across his featureless white face. “Hell yeah I do!” The turntables under his hands began to spin.
Erik snarled like an annoyed dog tolerating abuse from a toddler. “Don’t provoke him, Deadpool.”
”Relax. He’s just going to summon an alternate version of himself. I’m used to these types of shenanigans; in my multiverse, there are literally hundreds of me, all from different universes--there’s a Grootpool, and a Pandapool, and even a Deadpool Dinosaur . . . there’s also an evil version of me out there.
I’m definitely willing to accept a small inconvenience for the chance to fight with the Mortal Kombat theme song playing in the background.”
The deep sound of a pounded gong echoed from Dave’s turntables, followed by a bass-less techno rhythm.
Oooooohhh, it’s about to start!!!” Deadpool got as giddy as a prepubescent girl attending a boy-band concert.
Test your might, a voice emitted, thrice, then once more, before another voice yelled: “MORTAL KOMBAAAAT!”
When the bass subsequently jump-started the pace of the song, Dave’s smirk opened into a full grin, showcasing a whole cast of teeth whiter than his skin.
”The clone will probably be reenacting one of his earlier actions!” Deadpool recalled.
Erik generated a purple arrow, and immediately launched it from his energetic bow. It zoomed towards Dave, but never reached its intended target; another Dave--with a full-length tie instead of a bow-tie--fell from the sky, sword in hand, to deflect the attack. The psionic arrow smashed into the western portion of the shallow brick wall enclosing the arena, and exploded into a dazzling display of violet fireworks.
Deadpool was already rushing forward, katana cocked back as if it were a polo mallet. He struck the clone across the belly, spilling its guts onto the scuffed tiles of the arena; digested food from Dave’s dinner the previous evening oozed from the copy’s small intestines, diluting the color of blood into the color of liquified shit.
”Jesus, what the fuck did you eat last night, indian food?” The stench made Deadpool’s face ball like a fist. ”The smell . . . it’s ruining my Mortal Kombat fight scene!!!”
“Look out!!!!” Erik yelled.
When the mercenary went to turn, he felt the cold touch of steel drive through his back and say hello from the other side like Adele as it protruded from his chest.
”That’s my blood, isn’t it?” he asked while staring down at the sanguine- dipped blade; his katana dropped from his hand. ”I’m starting to feel like one of Bill Cosby’s victims, after one of his special cocktails.”
A third replica of Dave materialized just feet away from the mercenary, intent on finishing the job, but a psionic arrow splattered it over the dragon mural outside of the ring.
Erik quickly generated another arrow and took aim at the copy of Dave impaling his partner. As he went to release it, a fourth clone slashed at his arms, breaking his focus. His bow and arrow dissipated to nothingness.
“Dammit,” he muttered.
The mage generated a blade of his own. He swiped it at the clone’s legs, transforming it into a career cripple. It collapsed to the ring in three unequal parts--two legs from the knees down, and one rest of body--, wailing like a kid who wants their momma.
Erik wasn’t foolish enough to become lax after a small victory; swiveling around, he swung his blade at a fifth clone’s neck, giving it a smiley face from ear to ear. Blood squirted from its juggler, and flowed like a waterfall over its attire.
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