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Moment of Awesome - Clarice Ferguson/Blink: Deployed to prevent a massacre in France, Blink has a violent encounter with her former roomie, Deadpool. He had to give Blink props, though. He'd figured she'd go for something bigger, like his arm or his leg when she portal-amputated something from him. Just the trigger and his finger with it was some precision work. Ejecting the mag from the gun and tucking it in his pocket, Deadpool threw the empty firearm at a passing civilian, hitting him in the face and making him stumble into a group of people frantically trying to climb onto one of the nearby stages. They went down like squealing, flailing dominoes. Shaking out his rapidly regrowing thumb out, blood flying everywhere, Deadpool completely ignored the already healed slash mark on his shoulder and began circling Blink. He kept an eye on Echo as her attempts to reach them were thwarted, but pointed the end of his katana directly at his inferior self’s former roommate. "C'mon, clang for clang." He didn't give Blink a chance to respond verbally, moving in smoothly despite the shifting of the tumors growing beneath his armored suit. Her own sword already drawn, Clarice just shifted her stance, Maya forgotten. Not forgotten. Just.... not important. All that mattered was stopping Wade from killing or maiming civilians right now and she was happy to be the distraction. It worked well since all she felt was hurt. "Skittles isn't here right now," she returned, mocking him and meeting his sword with every move, "I'm Blink!" She portaled herself behind him, running her sword through his liver and other squishy bits before rotating her wrist to pull it out, "And I'm not here to play." It was like a gnat, really, the buzzing little wings flying close to him. Deadpool felt the sword go in and twist, but before the X-Person could pull it out, the mercenary turned until the blade inside him hit bone and then flung himself backward. The plan was to disarm her and take her little toy away. Just in case it didn't work, he shoved his katana-less, bloody hand in her face. She refused to let go, not even a bloody hand could make her, though ew, biohazard. Because of this she was jerked around like a toy on a flirt stick, falling half on top of Deadpool and rebounding, grip still firm on her sword even as her shoulder burned. She was pretty sure she hadn't torn anything, so onward! "Death roooooolllllllllllllllllllllll!" Deadpool proceeded to roll, the sword still lodged in liver and bone - still attached to its owner as the mercenary rolled right over top of her, making sure he paused just enough to ensure she was really bloody before grabbing the bowie knife from his belt with his pointer-fingerless hand and stabbing viciously behind him in an effort to hurt her. He didn't actually need all of his liver at the moment, but she should hurt the same way he was hurting now.