The arrow was easily ripped out of his shoulder, which rapidly began to stitch back together. By the time he spun the arrow around in his fingers and tossed it at Deadpool the wound in his arm was gone.
He hoped she ran. Creed always did love to chase his dinner.
Once again he sprang into action tackling her. They smashed into yet another wall. Victor didn't let go of her throat this time. Like a rag doll he lifted her from the ground and tossed her back out the hole he and the Mouth had fallen through.