07-05-2017, 01:23 PM
Batman parried three more strikes of the merc's Katana. His gauntlets have been proving more than useful in this battle of steel. Bruce had to admit that this man was well trained, well armed, and well off of his rocks. Change of plans, create an opening to escape, regroup and survive this ordeal. Bruce's mind was working overtime, focusing on the battle at hand and assessing his best strategy.
A well performed unexpected acrobatic kick struck the dark knight right in his chest, stopping their exchange of blows and forcing Batman back. At this point it was sheer power of will that kept the wounded vigilante standing. He had to go for one final offensive, putting all his energy in a final salvo of attacks before it was too late. He grabbed three batarangs and send them flying towards Deadpool. Two were thrown with deadly precision, they forced Wade to actively dodge both projectiles. The third one was sloppy, barely having any killing intend behind it. It was too good for Deadpool to pass up. As if plucking a feather out of the sky he caught the batarang between his thumb and index finger.
"I am sooooo keeping this as a souvenir." The merc screamed excitingly. It didn't take him long after to notice there was something different about this one. This deduction combined with Batman's grin was enough to make Wade's ass-crack sweat. A high level electric shock was sent through the merc's body, forcing it to shake uncontrollably . The electricity's origin was the modified batarang, Bruce knew Deadpool's ego wouldn't pass up an opportunity to catch one of his iconic weapons. Now, there was an opening, he had to use it. Batman rushed towards the twitching Merc.
"o-o-o-oh shit" The mercenary tried to speak properly but the high voltage surging through his body made it almost impossible. He attempted to throw a punch at the charging vigilante. With his current state it was quite easy to catch the flying fist for someone as well trained as Batman. He held Deadpool's fist tight, releasing yet another chock through the body of the merc. The used smoldering capsule was ejected from his gauntlet. Bruce decided to finish his salvo with a frontal kick to the chest, ejecting Deadpool from the restaurant through the same window the entered.
Batman slowly followed, tired, beaten and hoping it would all be over soon. Bruce observed a kicked down Deadpool get up as if nothing happened, "Now -that- was a shocking experience. Get it Bats? Shocking experience? Man I crack myself up sometimes."
The obviously annoyed voice of Batman yelled through the empty streets, "Do you ever shut up?!"
"Woah woah, whats with the attitude? And here I thought we were having a friendly little spar."
Bruce reached for another set of batarangs, taking up his usual aggressive stand. Skillfully he moved the metalic projectiles between his fingers. An impressive sight for anyone lucky enough to see it. Batman finished his little show and got ready throw his iconic weapon.
*BLAM*
Intense pain shot through his already injured shoulder. Screaming in pain Batman fell to the floor.
"Yeah, that looked great and all, but guns are so much more fun and effective!"
Bruce's shoulder was burning, he had to get out, NOW. He grabbed one of his smokescreens and threw it at infront of him, vanishing from sight.
"Oh wow! You're really like a ninja aren't you? How about you just come out and we can finish this? I hate to see someone suffer like this. Wel…not unless I intend to make them suffer, you know."
Through the smoke Batman crawled his way to a safe spot, out of sight for Deadpool. All of his wounds were finally catching up to him.Bruce was no fool, he knew there was a good chance this foe was going to be the end of him. Every fiber of his being was telling him to run and find a safe place. This foe was strong. Perhaps he could've beaten him if his body was in a better state, alas a broken hand and a wounded shoulder made that specific task a whole lot harder. It seemed the loud mouth gave Batman a moment to catch his breath. Either the man had some shred of honor within him or he wasn't done playing with him yet.
A well performed unexpected acrobatic kick struck the dark knight right in his chest, stopping their exchange of blows and forcing Batman back. At this point it was sheer power of will that kept the wounded vigilante standing. He had to go for one final offensive, putting all his energy in a final salvo of attacks before it was too late. He grabbed three batarangs and send them flying towards Deadpool. Two were thrown with deadly precision, they forced Wade to actively dodge both projectiles. The third one was sloppy, barely having any killing intend behind it. It was too good for Deadpool to pass up. As if plucking a feather out of the sky he caught the batarang between his thumb and index finger.
"I am sooooo keeping this as a souvenir." The merc screamed excitingly. It didn't take him long after to notice there was something different about this one. This deduction combined with Batman's grin was enough to make Wade's ass-crack sweat. A high level electric shock was sent through the merc's body, forcing it to shake uncontrollably . The electricity's origin was the modified batarang, Bruce knew Deadpool's ego wouldn't pass up an opportunity to catch one of his iconic weapons. Now, there was an opening, he had to use it. Batman rushed towards the twitching Merc.
"o-o-o-oh shit" The mercenary tried to speak properly but the high voltage surging through his body made it almost impossible. He attempted to throw a punch at the charging vigilante. With his current state it was quite easy to catch the flying fist for someone as well trained as Batman. He held Deadpool's fist tight, releasing yet another chock through the body of the merc. The used smoldering capsule was ejected from his gauntlet. Bruce decided to finish his salvo with a frontal kick to the chest, ejecting Deadpool from the restaurant through the same window the entered.
Batman slowly followed, tired, beaten and hoping it would all be over soon. Bruce observed a kicked down Deadpool get up as if nothing happened, "Now -that- was a shocking experience. Get it Bats? Shocking experience? Man I crack myself up sometimes."
The obviously annoyed voice of Batman yelled through the empty streets, "Do you ever shut up?!"
"Woah woah, whats with the attitude? And here I thought we were having a friendly little spar."
Bruce reached for another set of batarangs, taking up his usual aggressive stand. Skillfully he moved the metalic projectiles between his fingers. An impressive sight for anyone lucky enough to see it. Batman finished his little show and got ready throw his iconic weapon.
*BLAM*
Intense pain shot through his already injured shoulder. Screaming in pain Batman fell to the floor.
"Yeah, that looked great and all, but guns are so much more fun and effective!"
Bruce's shoulder was burning, he had to get out, NOW. He grabbed one of his smokescreens and threw it at infront of him, vanishing from sight.
"Oh wow! You're really like a ninja aren't you? How about you just come out and we can finish this? I hate to see someone suffer like this. Wel…not unless I intend to make them suffer, you know."
Through the smoke Batman crawled his way to a safe spot, out of sight for Deadpool. All of his wounds were finally catching up to him.Bruce was no fool, he knew there was a good chance this foe was going to be the end of him. Every fiber of his being was telling him to run and find a safe place. This foe was strong. Perhaps he could've beaten him if his body was in a better state, alas a broken hand and a wounded shoulder made that specific task a whole lot harder. It seemed the loud mouth gave Batman a moment to catch his breath. Either the man had some shred of honor within him or he wasn't done playing with him yet.
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Batarang
Shocking grasp
Electric batarang