The Preserve, Friday Evening
This was not shaping up to be Mary's week.
Still, if there was anything that was going to bring her baby back for real, it was resting right out there tied and ready, she just had to be fast, fast, fast like the wind.
See Mary. See Mary run.
Twigs breaking, grass shaking, run Mary run.
Right about now Deadpool was very happy to have the coincidence of being in the right place at the right time that went along with his being in a comic book.
Also? Very happy to have that healing factor that upped his speed and strength. So when Mary was tackled suddenly from the side, it might have felt like being hit by a truck. "Where ya goin' Mary? We're just starting to have fun."
Oof.
Mary flew several feet, smashing hard into the grass. Images of windows breaking dancing over her head. She scrambled, but found little strength to do more than push - push, head moving to face him, hair all mussed and dangling over a bleeding face.
"I'm supposed to raise the stakes," she panted, "Isn't that right, hero?"
In an instant, Deadpool was on her, hands around her thoat. "And now it's just me and you. Like riding a bike." He squeezed.
Insane giggling burbled up from her throat, choked and scraped. "Like riding a bike," she tried to return - the syllables were broken and torn by laughter and lack of air alike.
She brought her leg up.
Okay, that? Was not something any kind of healing factor can help. Deadpool winced and rolled away, cringing for a moment while any damage was healed. "Thought this is what you wanted, Mary. Me ready to kill again? Isn't it pretty?"
"Beautiful," she giggled, "But it wouldn't be fun without a fight, would it?" Mary's hands slipped to her thigh, and she pulled out the long knife that had been carefully secured there.
She stalked towards him. Menacing. "Knew I was right, baby."
Deadpol rolled his eyes, spinning on his back to get in position to sweep he legs out from under her. "Just for you, baby."
"Oooh yeah," Mary purred, leaping past. "Just the way I like it." Snapping back at him with a single leg. "Just let the blood boil, sweetheart."
She wanted him nice and angry? She'd get just that.
Deadpool caught her kick at the ankle before it could connect, yanking down.
She fell forwards into the grass with another thud, barely missing her own blade. "Like me down, don't you, lover?" she whispered - but the end came out as a growl and she pushed her other foot back at him, scrambling.
"Down and out, sweetheart. Down and out for good." He ignored the kick, pulling her closer and grabbing for the knife.
He wanted the knife? He could gladly have it.
Mary stabbed it at his hand. Hard.
Of course she did.
Deadpool gave her an annoyed look, and then a quick hook with his non-stabbed hand. "You should know better than that, Mary. I'm not easy pickings like the rest."
Her head snapped back; then she returned, snarling and laughing at the same time. "You know how to play the game," Mary grinned. Still daggers. She rolled forwards, slipping quickly onto her feet. "You just forgot to live it for a while, sweetheart. Welcome back."
Pulling the knife out of his hand, Deadpool thew it at her thigh. "It's not a game you forget," He hissed. "Just because I don't want to kill, doesn't mean I can't anymore."
Ah, a knife in her leg.
She stumbled backwards, bleeding heavily. But didn't stop.
Another knife, another chance. "Mmmm," Mary said, snapping forwards (if slower, slower, too slow, Mary's coming down down now) "Conviction."
"Enough to end this quietly," Deadpool replied, voice low and dangerous. "You know I can. Would anyone back home even miss you if you didn't come back? I don't think they would."
He pulled a gun, training it on her head. "Nobody would even bother to care if I didn't do this quietly."
Her eyes glinting dangerously in response, she just spread her arms. "Gonna be a killer, babe," Mary whispered, "Just you and me to know..."
And then light roared through the sky for an inkling of a time, giving way to two familiar silhouettes.
Nate's eyes snapped from Mary to Wade and stayed there. He said nothing.
Leaving Wade a chance.
Arashi's eyes immediately snapped to Wade and Mary, his eyes narrowing as he saw the bitch, his expression said everything.
Like Nate, he didn't say anything. He was also giving Wade a chance, though if he wasn't allowed some sort of shot at her as well, he might feel the urge to say something.
Nobody else might care about killing her, but did he? Since Nate and then this island... he hadn't killed in some time.
And now Nate and Arashi were there. Watching.
He pulled the trigger, shifting the aim to her shoulder. "Told you, you're barking up the wrong tree."
Struck by a bullet; it didn't stop her. Mary's eyes lit up with psychotic fury. She pulled forth her last blade, flying at Deadpool, brilliant in her rage...
...only to meet a metal arm as her knife met the floor. Cable's eyes were narrowed and dangerous, diagonal wound settling over his right eye, light, laced with menace, flooding from his left. "Time's up," he said, conversationally.
Arashi stepped forward, pulling his chakra into a swirling mini vortex in his hand, ready to throw it at her once Wade and Nate were out of the way.
"Today you get the consolation prize," he glared.
Clearly outgunned, Mary did the smart thing and turned tail to get the hell out of the situation.
"This isn't over, baby! It'll never be over!"
But not before those pesky villainous impulses forced her to act in a cliched manner.
Cable let her run.
He'd find her later.
His eye flashed in warning.
He took a moment to glance over to Arashi. "Looks like you got your anti-climax."
[[OOC: NFB or interaction, preplayed with the wonder, fabulous, light of my life konoha_flash and spring_lost]]