Wade knew very well that everyone had their own dirty hobbies; ways to get their rocks off that weren't exactly conventional. There were those who constantly danced a fine line between pleasure and pain, between sex and violence, and Wade was definitely one of those people. Put quite simply, killing people was empowering, was almost arousing.
Especially when you got paid do it.
Maybe you're fighting alongside Wade or maybe you're just an innocent bystander who's just wandered in by accident. Whatever the case, Wade's giving you one hell of a show right now. One mook catches sight of you both and opens fire, and before you can even make a move to defend yourself Wade reacts immediately, his beam katanas flashing so quickly it's as if they're creatures completely independent of him; deflecting each bullet as easily as if they'd all been made of tinfoil.
He tosses himself into the air, spinning gracefully before his arm comes down in a powerful downward slash to split a man diagonally through the shoulder. Nor does he stop to catch a breath when he lands, quickly slipping a throwing knife out of a holster strapped to his leg and throwing it in an almost lazy motion, piercing a second mook through the chest with such force that he falls backwards. He offers you a nod and a wink, whether you're fighting alongside him or not, before leaping gaily into the fray like a kid jumping into a swimming pool.
He's singing a song that probably sounds somewhat familiar, although originally sung in a much different tone than the way he's singing it.
Turns out it's a cheery, bubbly rendition of "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor." Only a mind as sick and depraved as Wade's would be able to turn that into a bubblegum pop song.]
DELIGHT
Wade knew very well that everyone had their own dirty hobbies; ways to get their rocks off that weren't exactly conventional. There were those who constantly danced a fine line between pleasure and pain, between sex and violence, and Wade was definitely one of those people. Put quite simply, killing people was empowering, was almost arousing.
Especially when you got paid do it.
Maybe you're fighting alongside Wade or maybe you're just an innocent bystander who's just wandered in by accident. Whatever the case, Wade's giving you one hell of a show right now. One mook catches sight of you both and opens fire, and before you can even make a move to defend yourself Wade reacts immediately, his beam katanas flashing so quickly it's as if they're creatures completely independent of him; deflecting each bullet as easily as if they'd all been made of tinfoil.
He tosses himself into the air, spinning gracefully before his arm comes down in a powerful downward slash to split a man diagonally through the shoulder. Nor does he stop to catch a breath when he lands, quickly slipping a throwing knife out of a holster strapped to his leg and throwing it in an almost lazy motion, piercing a second mook through the chest with such force that he falls backwards. He offers you a nod and a wink, whether you're fighting alongside him or not, before leaping gaily into the fray like a kid jumping into a swimming pool.
He's singing a song that probably sounds somewhat familiar, although originally sung in a much different tone than the way he's singing it.
Turns out it's a cheery, bubbly rendition of "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor." Only a mind as sick and depraved as Wade's would be able to turn that into a bubblegum pop song.]