Gunshots tore through the air and shattered against the armor that Slade wore, barely doing anything more than causing him a moment of pause. However, while the bullets were no concern to the armor that Slade wore, it was the fact that a vast majority of those bullets were being aimed at where his only eye was gave Slade a good amount of concern.

'He knows where to hit me and how to hurt me,' Slade pieced together as he started to slash bullets out of the air with his sword. Deadpool caught onto Slade's movements and began to fire one gun from over his head while the other he fired from between his legs, mixing up his timings and shots so that Deathstroke had a far harder time trying to figure out where the next shot would come from. 'Need to get in close. Can't let him keep me at a distance.'

With an incredible burst of speed Deathstroke closed the distance between Slade and Wade in a moment. In a flash of motion Deathstroke was upon Wade and slashed down at him...only to blink once and find that the red clad mercenary was gone once more.

"Wrongo!" Deadpool laughed as he slammed a foot between Slade's legs. However, all the kick did was tell Deadpool that Slade had the foresight to cover all of his body in the nearly invincible armor, leaving Deadpool to hop around on one foot while he clutched the other one and cursed. Deathstroke spun and aimed to cleave Deadpool's annoying head from his shoulders, but once again in the blink of an eye Deadpool was on the other side of the room.

"How are you doing that?" Deathstroke asked Wade, who was dangling off the side of the sphere of magic, which was slowly disintegrating his legs. "If you had the ability to teleport you would have used that long before now."

"Come on Sladey, the dumbest thing a professional can do is reveal all of his tricks before he has to use them," Wade said with a smirk as he pulled up a bit of his costume to reveal a silver belt with a reactor in the center of it that gave off way more power that would be legally safe. "Teleporter belt. Whenever I need to get out of a bad situation, like an army of zombie ninjas or needing to pay child support. Or dealing with a merc that thinks he's so much cooler and edgier than he actually is."

To prove his point Deadpool teleported once more behind Slade, kicking him in the side of the head and teleporting away when Slade spun around to slash at him. Deadpool shot Deathstroke in the leg, before teleporting to the side to shoot at his eye, aiming to make Slade the famous pirate Double Patchy the pirate. Slade knew where Deadpool would be aiming for, so by the time the bullet left the chamber Slade's armored arm was already covering his eye to deflect the bullet. Deathstroke took a slash at the belt, but once more Deadpool teleported out of harms reach.

"So apparently everyone and their mother thinks that you're the greatest mercenary since that guy from James Bond. Well let's just go over your list of accomplishments and see if you live up to that title," Deadpool said as he pulled out a long sheet of paper while he dangled from the rafters, out of reach from Slade. "Beat Batman multiple times. Beat Superman. Beat the entire Justice League while wounded. Killed more people than I have patience to name off. Has almost never failed a mission and has the greatest pirate cosplay twelve years running. Not bad."

Deadpool then vanished in a blink and appeared beside Slade, sweeping his feet out from beneath him and causing Slade to slam onto his back. Deadpool leapt onto the merc's chest and kept him pinned for a moment. "Yet even with all that, the thing people are going to remember you most for is being that creepy old guy that kept hunting a bunch of teenagers in tight spandex. I know it might seem strange coming from me, but you may need some counselling."

Deathstroke lashed out at Wade, but once more the merc teleported well out of reach. Deathstroke spun up to his feet and drew his blade once more, spying Wade hanging out near the edge of one of the platforms. Deadpool clearly wasn't interested in play sword fights right then, because he aimed his SMG's at Slade and pulled the triggers until the guns went click.

Deathstroke peeked out from behind his arm to watch Wade reload, but to his amazement Deadpool didn't bother to reload at all. He looked at his guns, shrugged, and tossed them away, before pulling out two more machine guns that Deathstroke was certain that he hadn't been carrying the moment before. Deadpool once again showed Deathstroke in a rainstorm of bullets, but Slade had grown tired of staying on the defensive. It was time for offense.

With another burst of speed that was almost impossible to track, he sprinted at full speeds towards Deadpool. The merc either didn't have time to teleport out of the way or didn't feel like it, because instead of vanishing he drew both of his blades and used them to intercept Slade's attack with his own.

"Why are you even bothering at this point?" Deadpool asked Slade, all of his usual levity and mockery gone from his voice, replaced with a cold tone that made Slade far more nervous than he thought he could feel. "I can't be killed by you and it's only a matter of time that I get past that armor of yours. That's another difference between you and me. You have to keep me down long enough to somehow find a way to get this massive source of magic to your client. That means crossing realities with the hopes that I don't heal in time to stop you. All I have to do is kill you. Guess which one of those is easier?"

"Allow me a question in reply!" Slade snarled before he swung his blade down with the force of a superhuman. Wade's blades collided with Slade's and the better made sword won out, shattering Wade's blades to thousands of little shards. Wade looked down at the handles of his swords for a moment before he tossed them to the side and drew two new and completely fine looking blades out from behind him.

"Why are you here? Something about this has always felt...off to me," Slade said in a cold voice, narrowing his eye at Wade. "Your involvement, the way you have effected how things have gone...it is almost like you aren't supposed to be here. Like you don't belong."

"Heh, got a strange feeling that there's a little something more going on than your aware of? Yeah, you're starting to see the world the way I see it," Deadpool confirmed for Slade, who tightened the grip on his blade. "This ain't my story. This is supposed to be yours. The story of how you crushed the ponies and stole their magic from them, leaving their world one of agony, death and pain. That's what that metal bastard wanted to happen. But A friend of mine that's as crazy as me didn't like that ending. So he sent me to screw everything up and maybe, just maybe, write an ending people like. And who doesn't love miniguns in their endings?!"

Deadpool then pulled out his minigun and unloading enough bullets into Slade that Slade would be able to reload all of his guns with the rounds being pumped into him. Slade crouched down behind his sword and used it to absorb most of the rounds, but over time Slade realized that Wade never seemed to be running out of bullets. Taking a chance, Slade hurled his blade towards the minigun, slicing through the barrels and jamming up the weapon.

"Well that can't be good-"

A massive explosion erupted from the minigun, blasting apart the gun and Deadpool while launching Slade's blade into a dark crevasse near the source of magic. Deathstroke was also tossed back by the blast, but he managed to hit the ground and roll up to his feet, just in time to see twin katana's being swung towards his face. His arms got up just in time to avoid losing his head, but this time when the blades collided with his armor, both the blades and bits of his armor came cracking apart.

"Well that's what I call progress!" Deadpool exclaimed with a laugh as he swung again. This time Slade was ready for it and he caught the blades between his hands, twisting them to the side to shatter them completely. "Seems that your fancy armor can't keep taking hits like that over and over. Seems to me that it has trouble keeping up in its old age, something you and it have in common, am I right?"

Slade chose not to answer. Instead, he pulled out his staff and activated the ends of it, cloaking the ends of the staff in energy. He raised the staff, getting Deadpool to focus on it, before firing the last dart filled with nanites that he had into the chest of Deadpool. The merc looked down with surprise, but before he could act or comment Deathstroke activated the nanites and caused Wade to begin to twitch and squirm.

'Those nanites won't keep him down for long. Need to act now!' Slade thought as he dove forward, driving the end of the staff into Wade's teleportation belt. The belt shattered into pieces and Slade backflipped away, just as Wade stabbed a syringe into himself. "Come on, I give Stark more shit than anyone else for the numerous times he nearly ended the world, but he's pretty good at coming up with solutions to problems that he didn't cause."

"Let's see how well you fight without that teleporter of yours," Slade said as he spun his staff a few times. Wade let out a sigh as he rose up to his feet, dusting off his pants before he tore off the broken teleporter.

"Come on Slade, you really think this will stop me? I've got a second one of these...hang on, where did it go?" Wade asked as he started to search around his suit. "I swear that I had a second one around her someone. Hang on Slade, I swear that this never..."

Wade's words died in his throat as he glanced over at Slade, who was dangling a silver belt from his grasp. A belt that was very similar to the one that Wade had been wearing a moment before. "Were did you get that?" Wade asked. Slade's response was the tighten his grip and crush the belt, before letting the pieces fall to the ground. Then Deathstroke reached behind him and pulled out of his blades, before he reached to his side and drew forth two more machine guns.

"The ability to summon anything out of thin air. A strange ability that makes no sense and has no rhyme or reason behind it," Slade said as he sheathed his guns and swung his sword, turning to look at Deadpool as he did so. But even with the mask over his face, Deadpool knew full well that Slade was smiling beneath his mask. And that caused him to take up a fighting stance. "But as with any ability, even one that I cannot understand how it works, if one person can do it, then another, with the proper training, can replicate it. If they are taught."

"Pinkie..." Deadpool whispered in horror.

"The poor fool truly thought that there was any truth to my words, when I told her about my tragic backstory and how I would use these abilities to further protect others. While the loss of my family is indeed truthful, I had no desire to use anything she taught me to help others. Only to finish this," Slade said as he finally drew forth the weapon Wade had been waiting for. The stone with the power to erase him. "But she was the only other one besides you who could draw items out of thin air. So if there was anyone that could teach me, it was her. It took a while, but I eventually got the hang of it."

"So at this point you've used the princesses, used a foal, used a dragon that I find fun and used my best friend all to try and kill everyone in this world?" Deadpool asked, before cracking his neck as he sheathed his swords. Then he pulled out a blade that was different to the ones that he normally carried. This blade had a white edge, a black hilt and Deathstroke felt very concerned by simply looking upon it. "That's it. We're ending this here and now. One of us isn't making it out of this alive."

"For the first time since I've met you, Wade...I agree with what you said."