The Omen of Death
My presence has marked your eventual demise.
Deathstroke took more mental notes as they moved up, it looked like Wang was much faster than he would have anticipated, Slade would have scolded him about the possibility of having had made noise, but Slade decided against it, didn't want to make any extra commotion, he was far too disciplined. Once he heard the gunshot, he prepared himself. And waited for Vergil to release his swords, and with that Deathstroke joined Vergil and Wang on the swords. Deathstroke gracefully moved quickly and with ease, moving much faster than that of even the fastest human athlete, and with his great sense of balance Slade had no trouble keeping up, something that may have been deceptive considering Deathstroke may have sounded older due to his age. Once they made it under, Deathstroke holstered his pistol, and took out his energy bo-staff, and while doing everything he was doing, proceeded to check the setting on the energy blasts, he didn't need it to be massively powerful, because for as much as he knew, there weren't any metahuman level threats here, he also wanted to gauge his enemies strength as well. And kept moving forward, and jumping onto others with ease.
(Not permanent image, he's kinda hungover for the time being)
"Oh, do they really need to know that again?!?" Gintoki wasn't in the best of moods right now for a good many reasons. "Oiiiii, why did you have to drag me into this right after I was drinking... Uggghh, my head feels like its been smashed by a good million hammers... Also, depending on what is decided the whole Gintama timeline might get all screwy... Now I gotta jump on this fight with these guys, ughh someone just cancel the anime already..." Gintoki eventually after quite the struggling finally stood up, after resting poorly, not that anyone really noticed him... And considering he slept through the gunshot going on and the shouting. He grabbed his Bokuto, picked it up and said... "Ehhh, I fought these things all buzzed but now I gotta do this with a headache... Dealt with worse, I have dealt with worse... And gonna resist the urge to point out all the anime characters here... Until later..." Finally Gintoki charged, bokuto in hand, prepared to take on some Skaven.
Considering he was quite fast, he was able to make it to the group in time. And charged with fury, giving a bit of a warcry although a bit pained considering he was hungover, he finally engaged in combat swinging with skill and grace of a samurai. Smacking down Skaven left and right with blows to the head and to the body, causing the distinct sound of sickening cracking as bones broke with blows landed, but Gintoki not in the best of moods exclaiming out loud. "THIS IS FOR THE FACT THAT YOU TRIED ATTACKING ME WHILE I WAS DRUNK!" "THIS IS FOR THE FACT I AM HUNGOVER!" "THIS IS FOR THE FACT THAT I MADE THE DECISION TO TAG ALONG TO DO THIS!" "THAT'S FOR ME NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE A CHOCOLATE PARFAIT LAST NIGHT!" "AND THIS IS FOR THE FACT THAT THE RPER IS STILL MAKING ME SAY MORE!"