𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 ━ 𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 8

When Verena demands they leave, the mutants, led by Kayla, retreat in the opposite direction, leaving Verena and Logan alone to face off against Wade. The atmosphere is thick with tension as Logan calls out to the figure standing before them, "Wade, is that you? Guess Stryker finally figured out how to shut you up."

But Wade doesn't respond. Instead, he begins to stalk towards them, his swords extending from his hands, gleaming ominously in the low light. "Wade, you don't have to do this," Logan tries one last time. But Wade's silent determination is clear as he suddenly breaks into a run toward them. Logan's jaw tightens. "Alright, maybe you do."

Wade's first swing is aimed at Verena, who meets it with a sharp clash of metal on metal, her claws catching his sword just in time. The sound reverberates through the room. Wade's other hand lashes out at Logan, who parries the strike with a swift block of his own. Wade pushes them both back, his swords a blur as he drives them on the defensive, each strike more vicious than the last.

Logan finally finds an opening and drives his claws into Wade's stomach. But as quickly as they puncture his flesh, the wound seals itself. Logan's eyes widen as he pulls his claws free. "Oh, you've got to be shitting me." Wade's lips curl into a cruel smile as he flips Logan onto his back with a powerful kick, sending him crashing onto the hard concrete floor.

Verena charges at Wade, her claws fully extended, determination in her eyes. But Wade spins around just in time to block her strike with one of his swords. They exchange a rapid series of blows, Wade's blades slicing through the air as Verena ducks and weaves, her claws flashing in the dim light. He manages to land a shallow cut across her arm, the pain sharp but fleeting as her healing factor kicks in.

Verena takes a step back, assessing Wade's movements, trying to anticipate his next attack. Logan is back on his feet, and the two exchange a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Wade's acrobatics are impressive, his movements fluid as he twists in the air, landing a kick that sends Logan skidding back across the floor. Logan catches himself, using his claws to flip back onto his feet with a grunt of effort.

Wade pauses, his eyes flicking between his two opponents, calculating his next move. But Verena sees her chance. She rushes at him, leaping onto his shoulders, her claws sinking into his flesh repeatedly. Wade's grip tightens around her thighs, his fingers digging painfully into her skin before he hurls her to the ground. She lands hard but is on her feet in an instant, adrenaline dulling the pain.

Breathing heavily, Verena dashes toward where Logan has already started climbing the reactor. She digs her claws into the stone, pulling herself up with a grim determination, her hair plastered to her face with sweat. The flannel she had worn earlier is now discarded, shredded by Wade's katana, leaving her in a cropped, black tank top. Her skin glistens under the harsh lights, every muscle in her arms straining as she climbs.

Reaching the top, Logan grabs her hand and pulls her up the final few feet. She mutters a quick, breathless "Thank you," as they both turn their attention back to Wade. Logan taunts, "Let's see you dance up here." But before either of them can react, Wade vanishes from sight.

A heartbeat later, they feel his presence behind them. Logan spins, claws ready, but Wade disappears again, reappearing just out of reach. Logan almost loses his balance, but Verena grabs his arm, steadying him just in time. Wade materializes beside Verena, driving one of his swords into her stomach. She gasps in pain, her eyes widening in shock. The blade withdraws, and the wound heals almost instantly, but the pain lingers.

Verena's claws slash out, but Wade is already gone, reappearing behind Logan. The two mutants swing at him in unison, but Wade continues to teleport, dodging their every attack with infuriating ease. His mocking grin never falters as he teleports behind Logan, slamming him into the ground with brutal force.