<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081210042112/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/b/b9/Deadpool.jpg/255px-Deadpool.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Wade Wilson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Deadpool<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Viva La Resistonce!<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         She-Hulk, Invisible Woman, Myth<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     The palm strike sent Deadpool crashing to the side - it was remarkably more forceful than the average human being of the enemy's weight and size. The ol' Merc with a Mouth went tumbling diagonally - as his forward momentum influenced his launch equally. He tried to lean forward and tuck into a combat roll, but his shoulder met the ground with too much force and snapped audibly. He still managed to tumble over a couple times and land in a kneeling position, both swords still in hand - though one was gripped loosely. Breaking his clavicle sent a sharp sting of pain down his arm that weakened his grip. <em>Careful Wadey. That ain't just no transforming bird, that dude's got training.</em><br/><br/>     <strong>"Thanks Captain Obvious, that would have been useful a minute ago..."</strong><br/><br/>     Wade stood to his feet, the grasp on his katana only gained strength as his healing factor rapidly went to work on the damage in his shoulder and back. He noticed Sue's shield around the man's head, as he jogged back into the fight. As he contemplated his next attack, She-Hulk came blasting in with a leap - and Wade wasn't about to get anywhere near <em>that</em> collision. <em>Looks like the hot muscly green lady will be tanking, Sue is handling support... that leaves us with Ranged AD or Burst Mage.</em><br/><br/>     <strong>Seriously, League of Legends?</strong> Wade thought back in response to his own inner monologue...<br/><br/>     <em>Whatever works man... whatever works.</em> Wade slid his katanas away and drew his pair of compact tactical .45 pistols just as Jen's body was about to intersect with Birdman's. He held them up and took aim, firing a couple of shots at the most likely trajectory the adversary would take if Jen were to land the heavy assault. <br/><br/>     <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>*BANG  BANG  BANG* </strong></span><br/><br/>     <em>Three is a couple now? Who put Jerry Springer in charge of counting gun shots?</em> <br/><br/>     <strong>...Wait, that's not a bad idea actually. He'll need the practice for filling out police reports after his shows are over!</strong> <br/><br/>     <strong>"Would you two shut up, I'm trying to concentrate here!"</strong><br/></div>