Deadpool was getting beaten badly by Nightmare. With his body shattered and his organs flying everywhere, at least he looked like he was getting beaten badly.
Yet he still did not drop his weapon. He clutched that nail clipper tightly and charged at his opponent again and again.
As for why he did not borrow a weapon from Cousin?
He had thought of it, but then forgotten. Once he heard the song and got happy, he forgot.
Were you really going to argue with a brain cancer patient over his memory?
Uni-Force rubbed its eyes, and its fried-egg eyes turned back into little lightbulbs. It nodded at Deathstroke, then stopped hesitating and flew straight at Deadpool.
Though it had been extremely unwilling before, it still did it without hesitation. That was the spirit of a hero: a spirit that would not hesitate to eat shit by the mouthful to protect the world.
"Eek."
Even Strangle felt a little admiration for it. Just thinking about possessing Deadpool was enough to make it want to throw up.
"Close your eyes, don't chew, and endure it. It'll be over soon!" Su Ming shouted at the tiny humanoid flying toward Deadpool. He then reached back to pat Bean Sprout's head, turned his face slightly aside, and closed his eyes in pain. "I hope this doesn't leave Uni-Force with any psychological trauma. It's a good force."
"Eek?"
Strangle wondered why he kept provoking it, then.
The first time the host spoke, he had already persuaded Uni-Force. Later, however, he had piled on three more layers of pressure. Now, this energy incarnation with a heroic personality had been completely moved by Wayfinder's past. From the look of things, if anyone tried to stop it from merging with Deadpool, it would fight for its life.
"Who told