The instant they came face-to-face, Wade was blasted into a honeycomb full of holes. A puff of green smoke came out of his mouth, and he shuddered before collapsing.
After all, no matter how battle-hardened he was, he couldn't dodge attacks from Laser Guns.
Dark Elves were skilled with short weapons, and stabbing people in the kidneys from behind was one of their specialties, but that didn't mean they couldn't use ranged attacks. In fact, their ranged weapons were quite advanced.
They were powerful and easy to carry. Though no one knew where they had stolen the technology from, it was enough that it worked.
However, there was another benefit to bringing Harley along: no matter how enemies tried to sneak or turn invisible in front of her, she would somehow spot them.
The reason Deathstroke had let his cousin walk at the very front was because Harley had given them a hint earlier, warning them that there were enemies ahead.
Didn't catch it? Just think about why she had forcibly pulled Finandel, who had been leading the way, onto the flying carpet. Dragging the guide into the middle of the group for protection was about as obvious a hint as it got.
Only the enemies lying in ambush hadn't understood it, right?
So when the attack came, Deathstroke merely spun his Lightsaber in a flourish. There hadn't been many beams aimed at the rear of their group to begin with, and now they were reflected straight back along their original paths.
Muffled groans immediately came from the grass, shadowy corners, and the crown of the golden tree. Several Dark Elf corpses fell out.
Buzz. Sizzle.
That was always the sound of a Lightsaber ionizing the air. Anyone who truly knew their stuff should have understood at once that trying