"Holy Milk of Magnesia!" Deadpool blurts when his swords start to bend and wither. "Cheaty McCheatcheat - "

His quip remains unfinished as suddenly he's launched in the air with the chunk of roof he's standing on, prompting an immediate backflip and a footplant off a taller building next door, and a spring leap back at Slade, a boot aimed squarely at his face - the blind eye side.

"Time for something funky with sole!"