Sparks flew from the ends of both of the mercenaries blades as they clashed in the center of the chamber, the force of their blows strong enough to send each other skidding backwards. Deadpool, with his healing factor, was the first to recover and in the blink of an eye he was on Deathstroke. Deathstroke had training and experience backing him up, so even though he was caught on the defensive he was able to deflect the strike and retaliate with a blast from the stone.

Deadpool knew that was what Slade would follow up with, so by the time the beam had emitted from the stone Wade was already in the next phase of his plans. He rolled to the side and scattered explosive spheres all around Deathstroke's feet and detonated them the moment they hit the floor. Both Wade and Slade roared out in pain as the explosions rocked their worlds, but thanks to the armor of one and the healing ability of the other they both managed to remain standing.

As both of them knew that guns wouldn't get anything done at this point, it came down to a battle of the blades. On one side was Slade and his blade which was a mix of promethum and the god killer blades, which he had mixed into one to created the ultimate killing weapon. On the other was Wade's katana that made every single one of Slade's warning senses blare at red alert. Both blades collided with enough force to cleave through anything, except for the other mercs blades.

Deadpool slashed at Slade with what seemed to be reckless abandon, but to Deathstroke's trained eye he could tell that Wade had no pattern what so ever to his movements, meaning what he had to do was block in a place he wouldn't normally block, be it with his blade or his armor.

Slade stabbed, slashed and lashed out at Deadpool with deadly precision, taking careful note of his foes openings to strike with the highest chance to inflict a devastating injury. Deadpool knew just how good Deathstroke was. Meaning that he simply blocked in the places where the best in the world would go for. And with the both of the mercenaries able to predict where the other was going to strike, neither was able to gain the upper hand on the other in the battle of blades.

The stone stolen from the fanatics turned the advantage to Slade's favor, however. In-between slashes he would fire off a blast from the stone, forcing Wade to either move to avoid being hit, opening up an opportunity for Slade to press forward, or take the blast and force himself to wait for a bit until his healing factor could deal with the chunk of his body that was no longer there. And that took time he didn't have.

"I've finally realized how that healing factor of yours works," Deathstroke said before he slammed a fist into the side of Wade's face with enough force to spin his neck one hundred and eighty degrees around his body. "It may allow you to recover from any wound, but that's only if there's the tiniest bit of you to come back from. That's why this stone can hurt you and keep you hurt far longer than anything else. It doesn't damage the body. It erases it, meaning that there's nothing to come back from. Meaning that if I erase your entire body with it, you stay gone. Not dead. No, I'd wager you can even come back from that. But being erased...might just put even you down."

"Congratulations, you finally figured out what most people in my world deduced a long time ago," Deadpool mocked Slade, before slamming the hilt of his blade down on Deathstroke's helmet and staggering him. "But if it was so easy to completely erase me, someone would have done it a long time ago. But I'm still here, which means that all of them, even those with the means to kill me, couldn't do it. What makes you think you can?"

"Because as you said. I always complete my mission," Slade said before he rammed his helmet into the bridge of Deadpool's nose, staggering Deadpool for just long enough. Slade pointed the stone at Deadpool's blade and fired a blast from it, striking the blade and erasing nearly all of it from existance. Without any weapon to protect himself, Slade cleaved Deadpool clean in half, before slicing off all of his limbs, leaving him a pile of flesh and blood on the ground.

Deadpool's healing factor would have him back up and in fighting shape again in a matter of moments. But that was enough time for Slade. With deadly precision he fired the energy from the stone at each and every speck of Deadpool that his scanners could find, erasing him down to the last tiny speck of blood that his scanners could find. He saved the head for last, picking it up and ripping the mask off so that he could look into Deadpool's eyes before he killed him once and for all.

"You are one ugly mother fucker," Slade spat at Wade, who glared back up at him.

"And you're one black hearted bastard. One who lacks any form of sympathy," Wade's head spat back.

"And that is what makes me the better mercenary. You have the ability to heal, to draw forth any weapon that you wish and a completely unpredictable fighting style. But I have the one thing you will always lack. Conviction. Because when I take a mission," Deathstroke said as he pointed the stone right at Wade head. "I finish the mission. No matter what I must do to so."

One last blast erupted from the stone and erased Wade's head from existence, putting an end to the merc with a mouth once and for all. Deathstroke rose up and looked at the hilt and small fragment of the sword, all that was left of Deadpool, before he turned and walked up to the source of all magic.

'So this is it, huh?' Slade asked himself as he scanned the sphere, amazed at the sheer volume of magical energies that it was pumping out. Enough to fill an entire world with magic. He then pulled out the small communication device, the one that he had been holding onto his entire journey through Equestria, and stared down at it for a moment. 'When I activate this, it will inform my client that i have secured the source. And then I will be asked to return it to him. Which will kill everything magical in this world. The ponies, the others...even little Flurry.'

And for a reason that he couldn't fathom at the moment, that thought gave him pause. But only for a moment.

"GRAH!" Deathstroke roared in agony as a fraction of a blade was driven into his back, piercing his armor and burying itself into his muscle. He spun with an elbow strike and slammed it into the fucked up face of a merc, a merc that made his one eye go wide with shock and disbelief. Wade crashed to the ground and quickly rolled up to his feet, allowing Slade to see that he was alive and buck ass naked, which in itself nearly blinded Deathstroke.

"But...how?" Slade asked as he reached back and pulled out what remained of the carbonadium sword from his back, gripping the hilt with disbelief and rage. "I got rid of you. I erased you so that there was nothing left. You shouldn't have been able to regenerate!"

"Got that right, daddy. You erased every last trace of me that you were fighting. But you see, you forgot all about Jill," Wade explained to Deathstroke with a smile filled with evil intentions. When Deathstroke narrowed his eye, Wade held up his left hand, which still had the glove from his costume on it. "Remember when Shining Armor sliced this bad boy off? Seems you let a small part of me slip past your gaze. Which is understandable, considering the one eye."

Deathstroke snarled before he lifted the stone to finish his mistake, but Deadpool was far quicker on the draw. Wade whipped out a pistol and fired into the stone, kicking it out of Deathstroke's hand. For a brief moment Deathstroke looked down at the loss of his greatest weapon against Wade, before he glanced at the small sliver of the sword he had stolen from Deadpool.

"Not even giving you the chance!" Deadpool cried out as he lunged forward, racing his naked body towards Deathstroke and giving his face a full body tackle. "You ain't going to beat me the same way I could beat old Logan! If want to get rid of me, then you're going to have to face all of me."

Wade pounded on Deathstroke's helmet, but with one well placed elbow strike Deathstroke removed Wade from his helmet, while another kick to the side of Wade's head knocked him down for a moment. Taking that moment Deathstroke rolled to the stone and grabbed it, spinning around to fire at Wade. That was his plan until the remains of Deadpool's sword imbedded itself in the stone. The stone sparked with light, giving Slade just enough time to toss it away before it exploded, taking both the stone and the sword with it.

"And there goes your edge," Deadpool replied as he pulled out a grey and black version of his costume, which he slipped into within moments. And though he would never speak it aloud, Deathstroke was grateful that he didn't have to fight a naked Wade any longer. The suit also came with a new set of guns and swords, the latter of which Deadpool drew. "You've lost the stone and you lost what remained of my blade, perhaps the only two things in existence that have a chance of keeping me down for the count. You've lost your edge."

"Please, I may have lost my greatest tools against you, but even in my old age the one thing I've never lost is my edge," Deathstroke replied as he drew his blade once more, narrowing his eye beneath his helmet as he began to calculate what to do next.

"Guess you're right about that, edge lord. But today you're going to lose your edge and your life," Deadpool spat back before lunging at Deathstroke. Deathstroke blocked the initial hit and followed up with a kick to the guts that slammed Deadpool into the wall. With two precise slashes Deathstroke knocked the blades out of Deadpool's hands before, with a roar of unholy fury, he drove his blade into Deadpool's gut. He then slammed his foot into the hilt and buried it all the way into Deadpool's body, to the point that only the hilt and the guard were still visible. The rest of it was buried in both Deadpool and the wall, pinning the merc with a mouth to the wall.

"It's over," Slade said with a tired sigh, amazed slightly by how much stamina he had drained in the battle with Wade.

"Come on Slade, you know this is just an inconvenience for me," Deadpool said with a sigh as he reached down and yanked on the handle, finding that he couldn't move it an inch. "So it will hurt like hell when I saw myself open to escape. You still can't kill me."

"You're right. I can't. You've proven that you're ability to stay alive is your most annoying factor," Slade agreed, before he pulled out the communicator to his client. "But then it occurred to me over the course of the battle. I don't have to kill you to win."

"Come again?"

"I was never being paid to kill you. It was something I wanted to do. No, what I'm being paid to do is secure the source of magic for my client. Which means all I have to do to get past you," Deathstroke began, before he reached into a compartment and pulled out the nano gun, which had another dart loaded into it. Then he flipped open the communicator. "Is keep you incapacitated long enough to finish a phone call."

"But...you said you only had three of those," Deadpool whispered. "You've used all three of those. On Luna, Flurry and Me."

"Wade, my annoying enemy...when did I ever say I used this on Flurry? I just said that...to make you waste your cure."

"NO!" Wade roared as he started to saw himself to escape, but before he could get anything more than a few cuts Deathstroke fired the dart into Deadpool's chest. The nanites had just began to make Wade seize before Deathstroke drew his pistol and fired ten times into Deadpool's brain, scrambling his eggs and leaving him incapacitated for the moment. He then walked away from Wade and stood in front of the source of magic, resting his thumb on the button to call his client. And yet, once more, he found himself thinking of an annoying little alicorn.

"She saved your life." Slade looked back over at Wade, who had reformed enough of his head to speak in a garbled tone. "I saw what happened when the fanatic tried to kill us with that stone. She used her magic to protect you! You'd be dead if not for Flurry! And this is how you repay her. By killing everything she loves and sending her to an early grave!"

For another moment, Deathstroke stared at the communicator. But it only took a moment for him to decide.

"As I said, I complete my mission, no matter the cost," Deathstroke replied before shooting Wade in the head a few more times. He then pressed the button and a screen materialized in front of him, revealing only static. "This is Deathstroke. Are you there?"

"Yes, I am here. I assume that you are calling because you have secured the source of magic in that world?" the client asked.

"Yes, the source is secured. I had some complications with Deadpool. But for the moment he is incapacitated," Slade replied, before activating the nanites and causing the repaired Deadpool to begin to seize once more, before a few more rounds to the head prevented him from moving.

"Deadpool? That is who was bothering you? Ryan you bastard," the client snarled, before he regained a more professional tone. "Excellent work. I knew that I sent in the right man for the job. Bring the source of magic to me and I will pay you the rest of what you are owed," he continued on, before a vortex of energy large enough to fit the sphere appeared at the end of the room.

"Actually, I will take my pay now," Deathstroke said in a business like tone. "You hired me to secure the source of this worlds magic and I have done that. There was no part in the contract about me bringing it to you. If you wish for me to do that, then you will need to hire me to do so. At the moment, I want the rest of my pay before I will consider taking on the next job."

"Oh very well," the voice replied before an alert came to Slade, telling him that the money was in his account. "Now then, I will be waiting for you to deliver the source of magic to me. Push it through that vortex and it will be within my grasps. I will even allow you to use that vortex to return to my reality, as you broke the jet I gave you. That sounds easy enough, right?"

"Yes, with Deadpool indisposed bringing the source of magic to you would take only a few minutes," Deathstroke agreed as he looked over at Wade, who was fighting with all of his willpower to break free of the nanites that plagued his body. And if he had more time, he might have actually done. But his body wouldn't be rid of them soon enough to stop Slade. And Slade knew this.

"She saved your life," Deadpool spat once more.

"Excellent, then I should expect to see the source of magic in a few minutes. You have done an excellent-"

"Actually, you will not," Slade replied in a cold voice, one that silenced both the voice and Deadpool, who had been yelling at Slade.

"What?"

"As I stated earlier, you did not hire me to bring you the source. You hired me only to secure it. And I have done that. There is nowhere more secure for it than with me. I have completed the mission that you outlined for me in our contract. I am done."

"Damn you mercs, you all think the same. Very well, I shall hire you again to bring it to me. Does that get around your little loophole?"

"It would, if I was willing to take your mission," Slade said in a cold voice, but Deadpool could have sworn that Slade was smiling. "But I have just completed a very long and taxing mission, one that will require a long period of time before I am ready to work again."

"I picked you because you always completed your mission. You are not finished!"

"Actually, I am. I have done everything you hired me to do. I secured the source. You never said anything about bringing it to you. And I choose whether or not I continue to work with a client. And given the fact that there is something I just don't trust about you, I am ending our partnership here," Slade replied curtly. "Enjoy the rest of your day. And next time learn to be more specific. Being too vague often comes back to bite you."

"...Don't do this Slade. If you don't bring the source, you will not live long enough to regret it."

"So many have said, yet here I am. We're done."

"Then I shall be forced to have my other-"

Deathstroke crushed the communicator in his grasp and ended the call, dumping the pieces onto the ground before he walked over to where Wade was still pinned to the wall. He reached down and yanked the blade out of the wall and Wade with his enhanced strength, leaving Wade to fall to the ground with a look of confusion behind his mask.

"What?" Slade asked as he sheathed his sword and saw the look Deadpool was giving him.

"You actually did that. You refused what your client wanted and screwed him over for the ponies, even going so far as to deny another contract. You failed your mission," Wade said with disbelief in his voice.

"Correction, I did everything my client hired me to do. It was his own fault that he failed to specify. As for the ponies I don't care if they live or die. They were fortunate that my decision allowed them to live. I always complete my mission and here is no different," Deathstroke began as he turned and began to walk away, before he stopped for a moment and turned to look back at Wade. "And when you get back to the ponies, as I know you will, tell Flurry that my debt is paid."

"Wow, so Deathstroke has a soft spot under all that armor," Wade said with a small smile as Deathstroke began to walk away once more. "So did you really not use your nanites on Flurry? Because Tony's cure never did anything to her."

"The only nanites inside of her were the tracking kind. She was never in any danger from me," Slade clarified, before smirking back at Wade. "But if telling the ponies that I had placed them within her would keep them obedient...well, honesty is not a strong suit of mine."

"You really always do look for the best way to screw over others. Hey, what do you think that guy meant by saying-?"

Before Deadpool could finish, the sound of an engine revving filled the room. Both of them turned to the portal just in time to see a rocket bike fly through and come skidding to a halt in front of them. A bike that was carrying one hell of a rider atop it.

The rider had pale white skin that could barely contain his muscles, black dreadlocks that want down to his shoulders and one hell of a handlebar mustache on his face. Leather was his one and only clothing choice and he wore plenty of it. A chain was wrapped around both of his arms and he had a shotgun on one leg and a massive knife on the other. And sticking out of his mouth was a cigarette, one that illuminated the red eyes that stared at both Wade and Slade.

"Well ain't this a kick in the crotch. Not only to I get to get paid a shit ton for simply taking that giant sphere, but then I also get the bounty of bringing in two of the most wanted mercenaries in any reality," the being said with a boisterous laugh as he stepped off his cycle and onto the ground, shaking the chamber as his boots hit the floor.

The being smirked at the two mercs, one of who was looking down at his Iphone, while the other drew his sword and took up a fighting stance. That was the mercenary that made the figure smile an evil grin. "What's up Slade, you old fuck? Been a long time since I last kicked your ass. How have ya been?"

All Slade could do was say one word in reply.

"Lobo."