Put your money where your mouth is; for movetheearth
Did Wade really give a shit if Rictor or anyone else didn't think he could kill without his swords? No. Did he care if they thought his 'ability' was lame in comparison to their demigod-like awesomeness? No. Did Wade Wilson really give a flying fuck what anyone thought or said at all, much less about him? No. The answer was no, and a thousand times more, no. But Wade did like to fight. And he didn't mind the chance to break a face and shut a mouth.
This particular face would have to be Rictor's. It was a love hate relationship at times. He was a snarky man like himself, but it didn't mean Wade wouldn't enjoy pounding his face into the gravel, or seeing the blood spout from his lips. Or hold back from killing him.
As instigated ones stated, Wade immediately made his way to the courtyard of the base. When Rictor seemed like he'd found a station the mercenary unhooked the belts of his swords and respectfully set the on the ground. He then unclipped his belt from his pants, holding it out a bit dramaticallly, but it displayed that he'd also removed his tanto and gun. A bit less respectfully, he let those drop to the ground and stepped away from them. Turning his neck, Wade stretched a moment, letting his hands fall to his sides and make fists, cracking his knuckles.
The merc with a mouth was weaponless. But he still retained a common attribute, that smirk. "Natural abilities only." He echoed, almost snickering. But it signaled he was ready whenever Rictor was. It had been a long time since Wade had killed someone with his bare hands. It would be fun to relive.
This particular face would have to be Rictor's. It was a love hate relationship at times. He was a snarky man like himself, but it didn't mean Wade wouldn't enjoy pounding his face into the gravel, or seeing the blood spout from his lips. Or hold back from killing him.
As instigated ones stated, Wade immediately made his way to the courtyard of the base. When Rictor seemed like he'd found a station the mercenary unhooked the belts of his swords and respectfully set the on the ground. He then unclipped his belt from his pants, holding it out a bit dramaticallly, but it displayed that he'd also removed his tanto and gun. A bit less respectfully, he let those drop to the ground and stepped away from them. Turning his neck, Wade stretched a moment, letting his hands fall to his sides and make fists, cracking his knuckles.
The merc with a mouth was weaponless. But he still retained a common attribute, that smirk. "Natural abilities only." He echoed, almost snickering. But it signaled he was ready whenever Rictor was. It had been a long time since Wade had killed someone with his bare hands. It would be fun to relive.