"Ptooey, ptooey! Ah! That was way too much!"
Natasha climbed up from the ground, rubbing her face like a kitten and spitting out the dirt in her mouth. She stomped her foot and protested at the figure flying away overhead.
She had actually tracked down Romulus's location as well. But just as she and Gin reached the edge of the sea of trees, their target had been delivered right to them. They were both all too familiar with the culprit's departing figure, trailing a thin streak of red light.
Gin took the bottle she had tucked away from her coat, patted it, and took a hard swig. As the target flew toward her, she had just enough time to shield the bottle from the dirt and turn around to take the impact with her back.
"Alright, we found him. Fire a few shots to vent your anger, then we'll head home."
"You told me to investigate it myself, and then he interfered again. Hmph!" Natasha pulled out her pistol, only to find nowhere left to shoot. "He's already like this. What am I supposed to shoot?"
Looking at the half-body in the deep crater, as though a meteor had struck it, Natasha curled her lip.
The impact had been too strong, so it had been worn away? Then this guy must have been shirtless and not wearing armor before.
Romulus's trousers were made of special fabric, so the damage had stopped neatly above his belt. Seeing the intestines writhing on their own at the cross-section, along with the growing buds of flesh sprouting from the bloodied meat around it, Natasha knew that he was a mutant with super regeneration—the Romulus she had been looking for.
But since Deathstroke had not killed him, that meant the man would still be useful