"Not like--Hhhhh." Deadpool smacked his forehead and grumbled, stomping up and looming over. "Like--this," he corrected, lifting the edge of the blade--weirdly sharp for a blunt object. Ages 12 and up certified?--and putting it in front of Sora's face. "Hold. It. There. For a minute, champ."

He backed up, framing the shot with his hands and squinting. He almost looked back over at the poor dangling guy to ask for input, but he thought better of it. After all, the guy had finally shut up. Probably wondering who fights with a giant key, too.

"Oh, you know," he said idly, sheathing his sword and planting himself in a slight crouch. "Ohio."