Facing the enemy army surging in like a tsunami, Deadpool was not worried at all. While recounting all sorts of embarrassing stories about Star-Lord, he kept his eyes fixed on the figure floating in the sky.
If the other guy did not come down, he would be hard to deal with. He still needed to think of a way.
As for the enemy pushing the battle line toward them, there was no need to worry about that either. The Little Deadpools present might all be trash, but as a Mercenary, Wade knew that even a sheet of toilet paper or a nose hair had its use.
Yes, Healing Factor users who got smashed apart in a single exchange might seem useless, but they would eventually heal. And by then, they would be behind the enemy lines.
They might not be able to do much else, but pulling the pin on the grenade strapped to themselves and blowing up? That was not difficult, was it?
On top of that, their side's "spawn point" was the circus's big tent, while the enemy's spawn point was a hole in the sky. Based on Deadpool's DOTA knowledge from playing with Little Bug so often, when the creep wave got close to one side's fountain, that side's minions would reach the lane faster.
So giving up a little ground was not a loss. The Chaos Spire built by the cultists had not fallen, and their own fountain tent was still there. Wasn't that still an even match?
Perhaps in traditional tactical thinking like Diana's, a retreating battle line meant disadvantage. But in Wade's eyes, their side still had a pretty huge advantage.
Because his sister-in-law had overlooked one thing: the number of "Heroes."
Their side had assassin Batwoman. His sister-in-law and himself counted as tanks.