While Michael fought desperately in the sky, the humans and cat chatted and laughed on the uneven ground below.
Perhaps this was a form of fairness, much like how angels had merely watched from Heaven while people suffered on Earth in the past.
The wheel had turned.
"Looks like they can only fight to a draw, Slade." Deadpool found a rock and sat down, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away his sweat. "Michael's serious attitude reminds me of the Captain. It's the kind of style that naturally carries that Fifty-Fifty Technique vibe."
"Mm, for now, that does seem to be the case." The two sides struggled against each other in the air, and the wild winds spilling out from their clash lifted Deathstroke's cloak. He looked up at the endless sea. "At least, there won't be a winner anytime soon. Their powers share the same origin, and even the concepts they command are more or less evenly matched."
Though there was a considerable difference in size, a person's combat strength did not really have much to do with their build. This was not an ordinary boxing match where weight classes mattered.
At this point, it came down to whose energy was of a higher grade and who commanded more concepts. Invisible things had a greater influence on victory or defeat, while what human eyes could see was not all that important.
It had to be said that Wade's instincts had been right. Though he had also been observing with the naked eye, he could sense certain things. Perhaps that was the intuition of a top-tier Mercenary?
"This is a genuine civil war in Heaven." Kitty lay on her side, propping up her head with one paw as her tail swayed lazily. "Heaven's methods don't have much fireworks