Then, the car doors opened.
Elektra and Laura stepped out first, followed by Gambit, Blade, and Deadpool from the back.
"You bunch of clowns!"
Juggernaut sneered.
Bang!
A red mist flashed.
Azazel appeared, eyes cold, staring them down.
"And me!"
A flaming figure dropped, landing in front of Elektra's crew.
"Pyro!"
Pyro stood, hands on hips, chest puffed out.
"Johnny! You're in my way!"
Behind him, Elektra's eye twitched, growling.
"Huh? Sorry, sorry!"
One second cool, the next shrinking back, Pyro chuckled and shuffled aside.
"…"
This guy's a joke?
The other side stared, speechless.
Bang!
Just as Pyro's antics threw off the vibe, the trunk of Deadpool's car popped open.
Then—
Wolverine, in his classic suit, stepped out.
"Thought you weren't coming."
Gambit smirked.
Wolverine glanced at him, stretching his cramped arms from the junker, grinning. "Without me, how'd you win?"
"This'll be a riot!"
Blade grinned, hyped.
"Whoop!"
Pyro hollered beside them. "Let's get it, boys!!"
Elektra smirked, flashing her weapons.
Wolverine unsheathed his claws. Laura pulled sunglasses from her pocket, slid them on, and snikt—two pairs of claws popped out.
"Leave these guys to us—go grab what you need!"
Blade drew his katana slow. Old, but still kicking!
"Hey! Anyone gonna tell me what they're grabbing?"
Pyro raised a hand.
No one answered.
Awkward!
"Ready!"
Blade's other hand brushed his holster.
Yep, he had a gun.
A Daywalker among vampires—packing heat made sense, right?
Not a mutant blasting rays from his chest or eyes, nor some OP alien punching mountains apart.
So—
A gun for extra punch? Totally legit!
Bang!
Across, Azazel teleported left to right, switching spots. No clue why, but he had his reasons.
Maybe his favorite foe was over there?
Both sides tensed, ready to throw down—
"Hey!"
A voice cut in from above.
Dozens of eyes snapped up.
On Ant-Man's giant corpse head, a figure stood.
"Here to help!"
Azuma Shoyo'd been waiting. He pointed, shouting.
"You!"
Deadpool yelped, freaked.
Laura's crew didn't know him—figured he was Deadpool's old enemy. That panic didn't look fake.
"You spotlight-stealing jerk!"
Deadpool roared.
Everyone, "…"
Beat him up?
Bad timing—next chance.
Elektra and Laura exchanged a silent look.
Whoosh!
Azuma Shoyo landed with Deadpool's squad.
"Miss me?"
He grinned at Deadpool, nodded to Pyro, then eyed Wolverine.
"Hey, Booze-Wolf!"
He waved, smirking.
Wolverine rolled his eyes.
"You bastard!"
Juggernaut and Azazel glared, seething.
"Oh! You two—how's it going?"
Azuma Shoyo chirped at them.
"We're! Not! Doing! Great!"
They gritted out, fuming.
Since Azuma Shoyo swiped Cassandra's ring, her temper had gone nuclear.
She'd lash out—beating, yelling—driving them to the edge.
And it—
All this guy's fault!
They wanted to skin him alive!
Seeing him, their hate zeroed in.
The others?
Irrelevant now!
Enemies meeting—pure rage.
"How'd you piss them off?"
Pyro whispered.
"No idea."
Azuma Shoyo shrugged, innocent. "Thought we were cool."
"Cool, my ass!!!"
Azazel snapped. "If you hadn't stolen Cassandra's prize, would we be this wrecked?"
He pointed at his black-ringed eyes.
"See this? Your gift!"
"Me?" Azuma Shoyo blinked. "Thought it was a new look—suits you, honestly."
"Fuck you—"
A storm of family-cursing later, Azazel vented a bit.
But his fury at Azuma Shoyo still burned.
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