Silent Death Stealth vs WW aka Deadpool

A cool mist filled the crisp night air as a light wind blew through the trees. The sharpness of the cold breeze was enough to take your breath away, but he knelt on a high tree branch with sweat pouring down his face. His hot breath filled his mask as his eyes searched over the surrounding woods. He looked for any movement, any crack of a branch, any misty breath, all would lead to an arrow. His weapon of choice had always been an arrow, nearly silent as it flew it killed swiftly enough.

His fingers straighten the fletching making them perfect for flight. He could feel the weight of his blades on his side, knowing the time would come when a well placed blade made a perfect end to a empty struggle. Blades were just a little messy.

In the silence he waited, to prove that no matter the opponent a stealth kill awaited them.

The night embraced Wilson, it's cold nature covered him like an icy blanket, the light cool wind blew in his face, as he walked on a narrow road....He had bin wondering for some time now... no job has bin his to call for some time now... but he did not realize the danger that lay ahead of him, in that tree ahead of him...