The smoke clears, the dust settles… silence reigns supreme. Phrost/Deadpool looks around the field of mangled Squid. It has been a good day. He winces slightly, feeling his age and the numerous sucker bites/cuts/scratches and one shiruken lodged in an unfortunate place…
Phrost turns, walks twords the sunset… he feels safe, convinced the scourge of the Ninja Death Squid has been banished forever… he feels as if something was acomplished today.
As Phrost’s footsteps fade and the night reclaims the field a pair of glowing eyes peek from beneath a rock… a Squiddite, a lowely innitiate of the Ninja Squid crawls from his hiding place. He had fled the battle when all his weapons were broken or thrown, his powders used, his bombs all thrown. Now he is all that is left of this party of Squids… he must return to his masters.
He turns and slips silently into the gloom, he vows revenge on Phrost and all those who wound choke, kill and maim the mighty Ninja Squid… Beware… we will come again.