Slade had dealt with plenty of fanatics in the past, ranging from those who wished to bring back an evil monster bent on wiping out humanity or those that simply wanted to use their dark powers to make a quick buck. He had believed that he had grown used to all forms of crazy people and their different ways of being crazy.

But then he met a brand new kind of crazy. It wasn't the fanatics that he was currently watching through his helmet's enhancement feature, even as he watched them set fire to over a hundred different kinds of books in some kind of offering. No, the crazy he was thinking of was the red and black clad, unkillable pain in the ass that was sitting next to him, gazing down at the fanatics camp while using a pair of bottles held together with duck-tape.

"So daddy-o, what do you think? I'll handle the five hundred on the right and you handle the five hundred on the left?" Deadpool asked Slade, before Wade cackled to himself. "What am I talking about? I will obviously handle the five hundred and one on the right and you can handle the measly five hundred on the left. Sound fair?"

Knowing full well that he couldn't kill the annoyance, Slade settled for ignoring the mercenary instead. He zoomed in with his mask and focused on the movements and patterns of the fanatics, which there were a lot of despite them supposedly being a group of psychos. Of course Slade knew the truth. That red eyed foe who would steal the worlds magic that they were so afraid of...he knew full well who that was. Which is why he couldn't let any of them live.

"Okay, I know you're working right now but I need love and attention too," Wade cut in, slinking closer to Slade and entering his field of view. "And I'm warning you now, if you continue to ignore me I may start acting out in dangerous ways to get you to finally pay attention to me."

"Go and get yourself killed for all I care," Deathstroke spat in reply, shifting his focus from the fanatics and their patterns to the buildings and defenses of the camp. The buildings were made out of brick and clay, but strange, shimmering light surrounded each of them. He assumed they were covered in magic, the kind that might make it hard to sneak in. He also spied, in the very center of the camp, a giant vat of some kind of magical power, the kind that made the liquid swirl and lightning to crackle inside of it.

Slade glanced to his right to see that Deadpool had vanished, causing Slade to be concerned for a brief moment, but he banished any thoughts about the moron from his mind before he went back to his planning. 'There's a brief gap in-between each rotation of the fanatics. Every time one of them moves to a new location, there was a brief, five second period where none of the fanatics were able to see certain spots of their camp. Slade knew that if he timed his movements just right that he-

"To battle my majestic stallion!"

Slade had just enough time to realize what was said before a shopping cart with flame erupting out of the rear of it blazed overhead. Slade snapped his head skyward in time to see Deadpool, in a kiddies seat, driving a rocket powered shopping cart down towards the fanatics camp. Slade heard alarm bells start to ring out throughout the camp, before the cart hit the side of a building and exploded into a ball of fire.

From his tactical location Slade had front row seats to watch the explosion launched Deadpool's flaming ass into the air, before the burning merc slammed face first into the ground. Crazy as they were, even the fanatics had to take a pause to stare at the regenerating degenerate who was now laying face down in the center of their camp. Then Deadpool kicked up to his feet, unsheathed his blade and started to scream like a madman as he lunged towards the fanatics. And while the fanatics may have been crazy, they weren't dumb enough to stand anywhere close to Deadpool and his incredible sushi making skills.

"What the fuck?" Slade asked himself as he, bless him, tried to make sense of what Deadpool was doing. After a moment he gave up and simply drew his energy staff, figuring that there was no time like the presence to act. With his ability and skill he reached the camp of the fanatics within moments, leaping over their walls in a single bound and landing among the chaos that their camp had become.

While the fanatics may have had no idea what to make of Wade Wilson, the moment they laid their eyes on the red eyed monster, the very one that they had been predicting would bring about the end of their would, what little reason they possessed returned to them and they all went on the offensive against the orange merc. They had numerous spells and attacks primed and ready to bring down Slade, but before they could allow those spells to escape from their horns Slade had already sprung into action.

In a blur of motion he sliced off the horns of the fanatics with them while using his staff to break the legs of the other fanatics that had a more traditional sense of weaponry, such as spears and swords. Their weaponry compared to Slade's was like an ant with a toothpick tacking on a warrior covered in steel. Slade cleaved through most of their weapons, and some of their bodies, with his superior weaponry. He even allowed a few of the blades to strike his nth metal armor to show his foes just how hopeless a battle against him was.

After dropping a few more of the hooded fanatics Slade reached the center of the camp, where the swirling vortex of magic awaited him, clearly fueled by a powerful source of magic. But his helmets sensors were also telling him that whatever the fanatics had been brewing was also highly volatile, meaning that one good explosion would cause an eruption that might have been strong enough to wipe the entire fanatic camp off of the face of the planet.

He pulled out a small explosive from one of the compartments on his suit and chucked into the center of the concoction, before racing off towards a building that had far more decoration and guards that any other. That was where the Terminator assumed that the most important fanatic would be hiding. The fanatics at the entrance roared at the sight of Slade and lunged towards him, but they had barely taken five steps before Deadpool materialized out of thin air (literally) and drove the hilts of his katanas into the side of the ponies heads, dropping them into dreamland within moments.

"Don't worry dad, I've got these guys. You get in there and prove to Celestia that you are trustworthy and-snirk-someone that they don't need to worry about," Deadpool told Slade with a snicker. Slade made sure to drive his staff between Wade's legs before he raced up to the main building, kicking open the doors and leaping into the room. What he saw gave him pause, but only for a moment.

In the center of a dimly lit room was six fanatics, all of who were sitting cross legged with eyes closed and muttering an incantation. In the center of their friendship circle was an old looking stallion, who had a white mane and blindingly white eyes, which Deathstroke instantly recognized as blindness. He also had a long beard that seemed to be floating on its own power, yet his tactical visor told Slade that there was a magical aura surrounding the pony.

Upon Deathstroke's entrance the other ponies rose to take on this new challenger, but the elder pony held out a hoof and they froze in place. He then motioned his hoof to the door and the ponies left in a moment, leaving Deathstroke alone with the elder.

"So you are the red eyed monster that seeks to take the magic from this world," the elder said to Slade, who stalked over to the elder. "i have had visions of meeting you, but I will admit that I did not think it would take place so-"

Slade slammed the end of his staff into the skull of the elder and sent him crashing to the floor. The fanatic elder had only a moment to let the pain sink in before Slade grabbed him by the throat, only to hurl him into the wall a moment later. The elder cried out weakly as he slumped down to the floor, slowly trying to get back up before Slade lashed out with his foot and caught the elder in the side of the head.

"I don't have time to hear what you have to say or banter with you," Slade told the elder before he grabbed the pony by the throat and squeezed until all the fanatic could do was squeak weakly. "Now I am only going to ask this once? How did you know that I came here to steal your magic and can those that may stand in my way figure out my plans?"

"There is so much violence in you. I can see why the princesses were intrigued by you and your ways. They always try to use force to stop a foe that they cannot understand. Tirek, Discord-" Another blow to the side of the head shut the elder up. "Very well, I shall answer your question. I have been granted the ability of sight, the sight to see into the future. Celestia, the damned fool, has only seen a fraction of the prophecy, the one that shall bring about the end of the world! You."

"So she cannot see the whole picture, she can only see a fraction of it. That is good to know," Slade muttered to himself with a smirk, before another thought crossed his mind. "Since you are feeling so talkative, how about you answer one more question. How many of the followers in this camp know that I am the one that will bring the end of your world?"

"Heh, they are all my children. I have told them all that I know. Only those that choose to hide among the princesses fools do not know-" The elder gagged in pain as Deathstroke tightened his grip around the elders through and began to squeeze.

"That was all I needed to know. Thank you for your cooperation," Slade muttered as he tightened his grip. The elders blind eyes widened in fear and he pawed at Deathstroke's hands to try to get him to break his grasp, but with one swift twist of his hands Slade put an end to any kind of resistance. Slade then rose to his feet and sheathed his staff, deciding on his next course of action.

'So all of them know about me, do they?' Deathstroke asked himself as he rose and walked towards the entrance. 'That leaves me with an interesting dilemma. Do I kill all of the fanatics to preserve my secret and make an enemy of that fool Celestia? Or do I let them live to ensure that the princess do not turn on me right away and risk on of these psychopaths exposing my secret?'

Then Slade opened the door and found Deadpool standing right next to the vortex of magic potion, having scooped something out of it a moment ago. All of the fanatics that Slade had missed were all tied up together around the potion station, while those that had been knocked out were laying in a pile nearby.

"Hey daddy, saw you drop this into the vat, so I fished it out for you. Am I a great guy or what?" Deadpool asked. That alone was enough to push Slade's decision in a single direction.

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The bat pony had watched from the shadows as the two mercenaries attacked the camp. She had watched as they had used nonlethal measures to take down most of the fanatics, even though Deathstroke had implied some harsher tactics in bringing them down. But then she had used a life scanning spell as Slade entered into the main temple and watched as a life force was slowly extinguished, at Slade's hands. That alone would have been plenty for her to go back with.

What she hadn't been expecting was for the whole camp to explode into a ball of magical fire a few moments later, forcing the bat guard to cover her eyes as the blinding light lit up the night. When she could see again she found, to her horror, that where once the camp had once stood was now a giant crater of ash. She did her life-scanning spell once again to find that there were only two life forces left. One of them was Deadpool, who was busy being a bunch of tiny pieces of flesh.

And the other was Deathstroke, who was running away from what remained of the camp without so much as a scratch on him. The guard knew that she had to report all of this to princess Luna. And she knew what would follow after that.