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Today class met in the Danger Shop, which was set up like a church with high vaulted ceilings and crossbeams, shadows in the eves.

"Greetings, class," Ghanima said, apparently unconcerned that her co-teacher was nowhere in sight. "Today, we're going to discuss how over-reliance on a particular type of weapon can be hazardous to your health. Familiarity breeds contempt, as they say, and if you become too biased towards a particular form of combat, you open yourself for for more weaknesses than is sensible."

Shadoooows in the eeeeeeveeeeees.

This would be, of course, when a gunshot rang out. Just in case people weren’t paying attention before.

If they hadn't been paying attention before, they sure would be now! Except the bullet speeding towards their teacher stopped in midair, inches from her skin, before dropping to the ground.

"Wade," she said patiently, looking up to the Shadoooows in the eeeeeeveeeeees. "That wasn't very nice."

Deadpool dropped down from the Shadooooows in the eeeeeeveeees to land in a crouch, a sniper rifle strapped to his back. It was a very hands on lesson, okay? “Hey, if I was actually gonna shoot you, I woulda done better than that,” he replied cheerfully. “Even though I never managed to shoot Nate in the head...”

Damn it, Nate.

Ghanima didn't want to know about their version of foreplay, alright? "True, that was a shoulder-shot, not anything leathal," she agreed. "But the point is, Deadpool has a dependence on guns. While he can use other things, he likes shooting people. This becomes a problem when someone has a defense against that type of weapon; for instance, my personal shield stops all projectile weapons unless they are moving under a particular speed. Please don't try to hit me with a laser gun, you'll just blow yourself up."

"And if I wanted to disarm him..." Ghanima moved in a blur of motion, appearing to teleport next to Deadpool. "I tend to rely too heavily on the Weirding Way. If my opponent knows this, they can anticipate my next move and do something to throw my movement off."

And knives, Ghani really liked playing with knives.

Hey, everyone loved knives!

“Aww, I like all weapons equally! Did I ever tell you about the time my swords were these super hot Asian chicks that were into some freaky shit?” Deadpool asked with a grin, flicking his wrist to reveal a hereto unknown knife that was tossed up in the air toward her to catch.

"....why are you getting cheap knives imported from China?" she teased him, as she caught it with one hand. "Look at the workmanship on this thing. You'd end up hurting yourself before someone else." The knife fluidly vanished inside the sleeve of her robe. She'd be keeping this until the end of class, thank you.

That just earned her a pout. “I got that from Weasel,” Deadpool grumbled. “Alright, kids. Whatcha dependent on and where can you improve so people can’t just kill you easy-peasy?”

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"I don't do guns," Kennedy said, with a quick, surprised look at Wesley; Constance had always been really strict about that. Was that a personal thing? Now she was starting to wonder. "I'm really good with a crossbow, and knives, and I'm getting pretty good with swords and throwing knives, but basically, if it's anything, um, with a blade on it and kinda mostly medieval? I at least know the principle of how to use it."

A beat, then: "Well, and stakes, but that's kinda-- specialized."

"Swords," Deadpool replied with a grin large enough to be seen through the mask. "Are the way to go. No one expects random swordings."

Kennedy was used to Deadpool by now, at least, and didn't demand to know what the hell that was supposed to mean. (Look, it wasn't that she wouldn't ask; it was just that she wouldn't put those random swordings past him.)

"Mostly I like to count on people not expecting me to know which end of 'em to even hold," she replied casually. "Kinda helps with the random thing, huh?"

"Plus, it's fun!" He liked swords, if you couldn't tell. "You need to learn to use two at once. And maybe steal one of the lightsabers for me. Then you'll get an A for the class."

"Um, duh, it's fun," Kennedy replied, grinning back. (Just without a mask on.) "Haven't tried two at once, much. Is it really hard to pick up?"

She was somehow suspecting his answer wouldn't be yes.

"Well... maybe you should try starting with wooden swords. Since I doubt your arms can be reattached."

"And I like the ones I--" Hang on a second. "Aw, that is so not fair."

Deadpool offered her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "There, there my wee lesbian friend. You'll find a way that doesn't involve horrific government testing and having the awesome power of cancer."

A beat.

"Still better than the power of heart, though."

...ooooookay, Kennedy had no witty comeback for that one, but she'd take the pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence?"

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