Post by deadpool on Aug 26, 2006 20:01:46 GMT -5
Deadpool rolled under the spray of shuriken with ease, turning his roll into a baseball slide. As he slid along the polished tile floor, his two 9mm pistols sang their sweet music, sending a few more of the guys in the red ninja outfits to Hell.
He rose with equal grace, spraying more and more of their ranks until his guns both clicked empty, and before he could reload, a wave of the ninja poured over the tables and bar and were upon him.
He dropped the empty guns, knowing immediately this would become a test of hand-to-hand know-how. Fortunately for him, he really knew how.
The scene was set in a Tea-shop, of all places, in Tokyo. It was the next stop on DP's zany search for swords he'd rightfully stolen, from the underworld leader of this country, actually. The place had cleared out when the hand began to appear, word spreading of Deadpool's arrival very quickly. Now the man known as Wade Wilson, once upon a time, was thick in the middle of the red-clad ninjas – all brandishing a wide variety of archaic weaponry.
“The foot clan!” He said, ducking a sword-stroke, and then disarming the ninja who dealt it with a painful lock of the arm. “I should've known I'd meet youse guys here, what with this being the home of... the Master Shredder!”
He looked at the Ninja-to (ninja sword) in his hand, before shoving it into the chest of an approaching ninja. The ninja were notably NOT the Foot clan, but rather they were known as The Hand.
“Not mine.” he said in reference to the sword, and caught the falling blade of another ninja. He examined this one, and used it to parry three sword blows in a row before tossing it into the head of another ninja. “Not mine.” he repeated, about the new ninja-to.
“You guys musta been studying the abridged book of ninja fighting!” he said, doing a spot-on Rapheal voice from the TNMT movie, then broke one of their arms, studying yet another sword. Again he was disappointed.
“Seriously, though – what's with the red?” He asked, now wielding two Ninja-to with remarkable ambidexterity. He used the pair to chop down five Hand ninja consecutively, spraying gore all over the place. “Don't you know ninja wear black because it actually has a function? What's the red for? Was the ninja discount store all outta black?"
He narrowly avoided getting taken out by Manriki-Gusari, fighting chains, and rolled over a tea-shop table. He stood, letting the chains wrap around one of his swords, and jerked them hard – pulling the ninja wielding them directly into a Coupe de Grace from his other sword.
“Could Silver Samurai at least done me the favor of sending out the A-Rank ninjas? I feel like I'm getting attacked by the newb-squad.” He parried a throwing dagger, ducked a bo-staff strike, and rolled out of the way of a double-handed sai attack. “I mean, his resources must've been pretty thin to just outfit a bunch of homeless people in red PJ's and send em' out here ta get me. Whatever happened to professional courtesy?”
He was slowly backing towards a window, more and more ninja pouring in from downstairs. “I do have to say you've got some incredible morale though. I've always wondered this about these kinds of fight scenes – why wouldn't you just run away now? I mean, I'm clearly cutting you down like I'm trimming the verge... yet you keep pouring it on, facing the inevitable doom that known as the main character.”
As if to accentuate this absurd statement, he kicked two ninja in the face, and stabbed through a third. Then he rolled backwards, flinging the impaled ninja over his head using his foot, and sending the guy through the window and down into the alley below. Standing he parried a few more strikes, before cutting down another three of their number.
“Okay, okay, I'm starting to get the point here. No no, don't argue with me, Deadpool knows when he's not wanted. No... look, no, I insist. How bout * I * leave, I mean, it was me however who was the uninvited guest.” He said, laying it on thick as he backed to the edge of the window. “I mean, here you guys were all lounging around playing Ninja Gaiden and watching Naruto, and I come barging in asking for TEA!”
Creating a whirlwind of blades, spinning them around in an almost berserk fashion until he finally threw the two of them at the closest ninja, and jumped out the window.
“Cue my exit music, feebs!” He shouted, swinging on a rope and grapple down the alley. “I'll see you in Europe!”
He rose with equal grace, spraying more and more of their ranks until his guns both clicked empty, and before he could reload, a wave of the ninja poured over the tables and bar and were upon him.
He dropped the empty guns, knowing immediately this would become a test of hand-to-hand know-how. Fortunately for him, he really knew how.
The scene was set in a Tea-shop, of all places, in Tokyo. It was the next stop on DP's zany search for swords he'd rightfully stolen, from the underworld leader of this country, actually. The place had cleared out when the hand began to appear, word spreading of Deadpool's arrival very quickly. Now the man known as Wade Wilson, once upon a time, was thick in the middle of the red-clad ninjas – all brandishing a wide variety of archaic weaponry.
“The foot clan!” He said, ducking a sword-stroke, and then disarming the ninja who dealt it with a painful lock of the arm. “I should've known I'd meet youse guys here, what with this being the home of... the Master Shredder!”
He looked at the Ninja-to (ninja sword) in his hand, before shoving it into the chest of an approaching ninja. The ninja were notably NOT the Foot clan, but rather they were known as The Hand.
“Not mine.” he said in reference to the sword, and caught the falling blade of another ninja. He examined this one, and used it to parry three sword blows in a row before tossing it into the head of another ninja. “Not mine.” he repeated, about the new ninja-to.
“You guys musta been studying the abridged book of ninja fighting!” he said, doing a spot-on Rapheal voice from the TNMT movie, then broke one of their arms, studying yet another sword. Again he was disappointed.
“Seriously, though – what's with the red?” He asked, now wielding two Ninja-to with remarkable ambidexterity. He used the pair to chop down five Hand ninja consecutively, spraying gore all over the place. “Don't you know ninja wear black because it actually has a function? What's the red for? Was the ninja discount store all outta black?"
He narrowly avoided getting taken out by Manriki-Gusari, fighting chains, and rolled over a tea-shop table. He stood, letting the chains wrap around one of his swords, and jerked them hard – pulling the ninja wielding them directly into a Coupe de Grace from his other sword.
“Could Silver Samurai at least done me the favor of sending out the A-Rank ninjas? I feel like I'm getting attacked by the newb-squad.” He parried a throwing dagger, ducked a bo-staff strike, and rolled out of the way of a double-handed sai attack. “I mean, his resources must've been pretty thin to just outfit a bunch of homeless people in red PJ's and send em' out here ta get me. Whatever happened to professional courtesy?”
He was slowly backing towards a window, more and more ninja pouring in from downstairs. “I do have to say you've got some incredible morale though. I've always wondered this about these kinds of fight scenes – why wouldn't you just run away now? I mean, I'm clearly cutting you down like I'm trimming the verge... yet you keep pouring it on, facing the inevitable doom that known as the main character.”
As if to accentuate this absurd statement, he kicked two ninja in the face, and stabbed through a third. Then he rolled backwards, flinging the impaled ninja over his head using his foot, and sending the guy through the window and down into the alley below. Standing he parried a few more strikes, before cutting down another three of their number.
“Okay, okay, I'm starting to get the point here. No no, don't argue with me, Deadpool knows when he's not wanted. No... look, no, I insist. How bout * I * leave, I mean, it was me however who was the uninvited guest.” He said, laying it on thick as he backed to the edge of the window. “I mean, here you guys were all lounging around playing Ninja Gaiden and watching Naruto, and I come barging in asking for TEA!”
Creating a whirlwind of blades, spinning them around in an almost berserk fashion until he finally threw the two of them at the closest ninja, and jumped out the window.
“Cue my exit music, feebs!” He shouted, swinging on a rope and grapple down the alley. “I'll see you in Europe!”