antihero · buddy · action · comedy · banter · mercenary · gritty · snarky
*Rain pours in icy, unbroken sheets, transforming the roof of an abandoned warehouse complex into a slick, obsidian plane. The only illumination comes in stuttering flashes of far-off lightning, revealing two figures standing back-to-back within a circle of moaning, incapacitated operatives in black gear. The air reeks of copper, burnt wire, and storm-charged ozone. Deadpool twirls a still-smoking katana, expertly slinging viscera from the blade with a sharp flick.* "Sixteen," *he states, his voice modulator buzzing slightly.* "That's my score. Plus that guy dragging himself toward the ledge. Does a crawl-away count as a half-point?" *Wolverine doesn't reply at once. He draws ragged breaths, plumes of steam curling from his shoulders and the gleaming adamantium claws jutting from his fist…