Deathstroke only paid brief attention to Deadpool and the others' commotion. They were already within their side's territory, and the surrounding urban district happened to be one of the bird people's assembly points.
The two Sorcerer Supremes were now both watching a squad of angels on the other side. Finandel was leading her own guard toward the human prisoners.
Perhaps, based on her understanding of The Queen, she believed that after she defied orders, someone else might be sent to execute the prisoners?
So she intended to prevent that from happening.
"Hmm, the more I look at her, the more she seems like a superhero. She's a little too foolish." Deathstroke sighed, put an arm around Harley, and sat down at the edge of the flying carpet, sharing a strawberry sundae with her. "But this works out perfectly. Adjutant, send another team of angels over there, and disguise the dialogue as The Queen's orders when you send it to them."
The Black Bifrost was still nowhere to be found, but Su Ming did not think the Dark Elves could escape. After all, all of Hevenheim was now sealed inside a structure similar to The Totality, while Wanda and Lorna remained outside on standby.
As long as the ship was made of metal, it could not evade Polaris's control.
"A Vidal Sassoon haircut, huh? Not just anyone can pull that off." Harley did not care about anyone else's survival at all. Her attention had always been on the angels' hairstyles and makeup in the Adjutant's projection. "I cut my hair short once, and it looked awful. I went home and cried for ages."
"Uh? You didn't kill the hairstylist?" Su Ming scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into Strangler Sprout's mouth. Watching the Symbiotes squint blissfully, he