"Ugh, another toilet-like teleportation effect. So damn annoying." Su Ming poked his head above the water and complained to the soaked Monark beside him, who was still clutching his top hat. "This dream layer looks like an open world. Judging by Polaris's position, we should be in the Northern Hemisphere."
"Forget about the water temperature. There's a ship over there." Monark cast a spell that allowed him to float without treading water. "And I can sense that Deadpool's soul isn't far from us."
"Strangle, is Wade on that ship?" Su Ming asked the Symbiotes. If they were close enough, its sense of smell would be useful.
"Ying."
The Symbiotes confirmed that he was indeed there, but it had also smelled blood and felt the vibrations of clashing weapons. Clearly, Wade was fighting something.
Su Ming signaled for Monark to follow slowly while he went ahead to take a look. Then he turned into a streak of black-and-yellow light and shot straight above the ship.
Wade stood there with Katana in one hand and a mermaid in the other, trading blows with a group of undead Skeleton Soldiers. Their melee weapons struck hard enough to send sparks flying.
He wasn't afraid of dying, and neither were they. After exchanging wounds for wounds, he was the one bleeding. After all, he was carrying dead weight.
"Cousin, save me! Ssi-bal! Help, smnida!"
Splat!
The moment Deathstroke landed on the deck, he slashed Wade down with one sword, then planted a foot on his ass and violently ground a certain corresponding part on the front of his body against the deck.
"What I hate most are Korean men. Keep saying smnida! Keep saying assi-ba! You're getting married tomorrow, so why the hell are you running around today? Huh?!"
But this was nothing to Deadpool.