Yep, hands clenched around swords... no feet. Pouches and straps, plenty of both. This is a classic. Oh, and the stroke seems imminent, as it should with all those blood vessels popping out.... Leifeld's creations are always one step away from a level of intensity that should technically damage the brain in some way. But I digress.... look at the size of those thighs! I mean, think how many pouches you can strap around those bad boys!
Oh Cable. So many muscles. So much screaming. See, he has an enormous gun to hide his hands, but ALSO has some swords as backup in case he runs out of ammo... which he won't because I assume that's what he keeps in those pouches.
Bonus: He appears to be RIDING Deadpool! Maybe he's tired from carrying around that gun.
Cable Looks Like An Actual Rectangle
This is what happens when Rob Liefeld asks himself the question, "What if Cable could fit in a bread box?" Seriously, what would possess any human being (or mutant) to get in this position? Sure, you want to hide your horribly drawn feet in a cloud of smoke. That's fine. But no thinking, feeling being would ever crouch like this, unless they were taking a particularly angry dump in the woods and wanted passersby to think they were a forgotten section of aluminum siding.
On the bright side, at least Cable seems to have figured out how to fit three of his fingers into his trigger guard, somehow.
Armpit of Despair
Oh dear. First ... no hands, no feet. Check. Second... what? What am I looking at? I didn't read this series so I don't know ... is that a robot? With one leg? Or maybe... are those metal panties? Why is there a black hole coming out of the red-haired woman's armpit? Oh my god, her legs have been cut off at the knees! No wonder she's so upset.