Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool
The night had been relatively calm, with stormclouds gathering to threaten a summer thunderstorm. The city was mostly dead at that time of night. There were people milling about but for the most part, people weren't really out on the streets. A couple of hoodlums were about making secret deals and a couple was walking home from a club.
There was one person out of place, though. The calm sound of muffled hydraulics were heard as a man in what could only be described as black and red power armor strode down the street. A pair of swords were strapped to his back as well as an assault rifle. Shoulder rigged pistols were cleared in their holsters as he made his way towards his target. The couple spotted him and stopped in their tracks. The hoodlums also stopped what they were doing and scattered like roaches under a light.
He walked up to the building and grinned inside his helmet. The neon sign reading "Devil May Cry" was like a massive bull's eye in his mind. He pulled a grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. He then hurled it at the building, causing it to stick to the surface. After a few moments, a loud explosion shattered the silence of the night and sent flames roaring across the building's surface. It would then be obvious that it was an incendiary grenade.
He rolled his shoulders and let out a happy sigh, "Come on, little succubus. Show me what you got."