001; Video; Day 14, Evening

[insanenotcrazy]

[The video feed clicks on, and the first sight that you’re greeted with is…oh dear. It’s an extreme close up of a red and black mask, most likely an eye peering closely at the screen.]

Helloooooooooooo, is this thing on? It is? Perfect. [Now you’re all his captive audience. At least until if and when you decide to stop paying attention.

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[pimpsaw]

[ooc: if action isn't okay I'll redo it!]

[sup, scantily clad lady (carrying an enormous sword) passing by]

Technical difficulties...?

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[pimpsaw]

Mm. [nope sorry she is already swinging that sword at your face.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

[The face. They always go for the face. They've just gotta be jealous.]

[He probably could dodge it entirely, but for whatever reason, he's just slow enough to get his mask, and thus the side of his face, slashed open. It's cool though, it'll heal in a few minutes. Sometimes he's kind of a masochist anyway.]

Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. [He draws his swords now, because hey, a fight's a fight, and getting his ass kicked by a chick he's just met, whose name he doesn't even know, would be a little embarrassing.]

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[pimpsaw]

[her right eye ignites into a smokeless red flame. the pause is brief- she immediately attempts to cut through him again, this time aiming for his chest.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

Oh that's cool. Some kind of special power?

[He blocks her sword with one of his own, aiming a backhanded punch to her face with his other hand. It doesn't look like it, but he's actually trying not to hurt her too much. Unless, you know, he has to use more force.]

Kind of like Cyclops without the lasers.

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[pimpsaw]

...

[she never speaks during a fight. and so Saw remains silent, twisting aside to avoid the punch. at the same time she brings her free hand up to claw at the wound on his face.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

[He yelps when her claws rake across his face, because that hurts, and that wound had been almost healed up. Not anymore. And there's some new wounds joining it too.]

See, it's always the face. Everyone must be jealous of my good looks.

[Except the flapping edges of his mask reveal glimpses of his hideously scarred skin. He's not going to dwell on that or the pain though, he's just going to aim to stab both swords towards her stomach.]

You don't talk much. Shy, or just awestruck by my awesome moves? Oh well, doesn't matter. I can talk enough for the both of us.

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[pimpsaw]

[she dodges, but she isn't fast enough. the blades cut deep through her side and she doubles over.]

[... well, as long as her head is down. Saw lunges forward, intending to gore him with her horns.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

[Welp. Sudden change of plans now. He drops his swords, instead grabbing on to her horns and flipping over her head. Hope she can support an extra 210 pounds on her head for a couple seconds.]

Up and over.

[As soon as his feet touch the ground again, he turns to deliver a harsh kick to her back.]

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[pimpsaw]

[well shit.]

[the sudden pressure on her horns as well as the kick momentarily stun her, causing her to stumble. as soon as she collects herself, Saw whips around, blade swinging at his legs.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

[He jumps up to avoid the blade coming at him, and tucks into a flip, back over her to where he left his swords.]

No thanks; I'd rather keep my legs attached. I kind of need them, you know. They're more vital than, say, a hand or a foot.

[He lands in a crouch, immediately picking up his swords and aiming to stab the blades into her shoulders.]

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[pimpsaw]

[even as one of his swords successfully impales her shoulder when she fails to step completely out of the way, Saw doesn't make a sound.]

[for a moment she simply stares down at the blade, dark blood from the wound staining her jacket. and just as quickly, she retaliates, driving her own sword through Deadpool's gut with her uninjured limb.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

[Ow. Let that be restated. Ow. Actually, his yelp and grunt will state that quite well. That hurts, a lot. Not the worst thing that's happened to him, but it still hurts. Except he doesn't seem to be too bothered by it.]

Ow. How about we just call it even and have a drink?

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[pimpsaw]

No. [Mostly just for kicks, she slowly twists the sword.]

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[insanenotcrazy]

[A grimace, before he sheaths a sword to draw a gun and aim it directly at her head.]

Alright, let's try this again. How about we call it even, please.

[pimpsaw]

[scowl. the fight had lasted shorter than she had wanted.]

[she wordlessly pulls her sword out, slowly, allowing the serrated edge to drag through flesh.]