Creed and Logan clash amidship/ JP
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And, if he had anything to say about it, now was going to be the time the two sorted it out, a fight to the death imminent.

Opening his mouth, the growl filled the corridor, rebounding off the walls and reaching the ears of the one known as Wolverine long before the sound wave actually got there.

“Time to play, runt!”


The sound of that familiar voice behind him, stopped Wolverine in step. He sneered with hatred, and with the pleasure of the opportunity presented to him. Slowly, he turned around, sneering at the other feral.

"I thought I caught yer stench when I came aboard," Logan taunted. Taking note of Creed's appearance, he realized instantly why he'd been able to sneak up behind him. The tang of the briny sea water masked the mutant's scent enough that he hadn't distinguished it from the earlier scent still hanging in the room.

He took a step forward, then another, as the two stared each other down. One table stood in place amongst the debris, looking totally out of place with its crisp white tablecloth and centerpiece. As he neared it, Logan stuck his hand under the edge of the table and heaved it up and over, letting it crash to the floor a few feet away.

It was a brutish invitation to the other that it was time to dance. Positioning his body square to his opponent, Logan dropped both hands out to his sides, releasing his foot long metal claws with a loud snikt. His eyes were hooded as he lowered his head in a predatory fashion and side-stepped smoothly, repositioning his stance as the larger mutant stepped into the room.

No reaction came from the mutant cat, his eyes not even moving from Logan’s long enough to watch the table topple and land. “Your scent ain’t hard to catch either,” Creed said, flexing claws itching to get their hooks into one of the most hated of his enemies. “That Jean Grey be one of the better looking chics around. I might go chase her up when I'm finished with you,” the last few words were hissed, and he felt the satisfaction that came with taunting the Wolverine.

Wolverine just stared at him, he already said all he had to say and this tactic was old game coming from Creed. He didn't like fighters who preferred to talk. Victor must've learned something over the years though, cause that was the last thing he said before he charged. Logan kept his eye on his enemy as Victor launched himself through the air. Wolverine prepared his defensive move; knowing Creed's usual offensive tactics he braced himself to move with the strike.

Sabretooth didn’t give the man time enough to play out his reaction, leaping from his position, claws extended, ready to strike once they hit their intended target. In mid-air, Creed changed his tactic, bringing around steel-capped boots to smack his opponent in the face, side-flipping away to land beside the fallen table.

The move caught Wolverine off guard and he reeled from the impact, spinning on his feet but keeping his balance. It took him a moment to get his vision back and he growled his rage, not knowing at the moment where he'd ended up or where his opponent was. He shook his head and lifted it to search for the other feral.

Wasting no time, having faced Wolverine so many times before he knew he couldn’t do that, his hands clasped that table, lifting it straight up and throwing it forward, Creed watched in delight as it hit Logan from behind, sending the man sprawling.

Wolverine flew forward, away from Creed, and hit the floor rolling, crashing into some overturned tables nearby. Coming to a stop on his stomach, he half rolled over onto his left hip and elbow and looked over his shoulder at Creed. He snarled and roared in primal rage.

Using the extra strength his mutation gave him, Creed covered the distance and was on top of the still recovering Logan before he knew what was happening. Wolverine saw him coming and rolled onto his back, his claws coming up to fend off the larger feral.

With huge strides Sabretooth was quickly looming over him and Wolverine brought his feet up, bracing them against the feral's leg to keep him at a distance. But Creed was much larger than Wolverine and his size gave him extra reach... which is why, he supposed, nature had endowed him with the larger claws; to make up the distance and lack of reach against his natural enemy. As he pushed out with his legs against the coming onslaught, Wolverine slashed out, with an extended arm and gleaming claws.

His eyes on claws so much more formidable than his own, Victor stabbed downwards with his own, straight into the man’s side; straight where a major organ should have been. Wolverine roared in pain as he was impaled, just as his own strike caught Sabretooth across the right cheek, leaving three bone-deep gashes across his face. His other hand reflexively wrapped around Creed's forearm, trying to push away the blood-covered appendage.

The smell of his own blood, the excruciating pain and the fury of his survival instincts enrage Wolverine. As his left arm followed through across Creed's face, he dragged his claws back across the mutant's forearm, gouging him to the bone and stabbed upward with his right, straight into Victor's ribcage.

The sound of adamantium blades skewering his opponent's ribs and cartilege gave the Wolverine primal pleasure and he sneered an atavistic grin as Creed froze above him, his eyes huge with surprise and Logan savored the moment as he slowly twisted his arm, cracking a rib or two before using his powerful legs to catapult the wounded powerhouse away from him.

As Creed went sprawling onto the floor, Wolverine got to his feet. Grunting with the effort, he checked his own wound.. it was deep and it was hard to breathe at the moment but in another moment that should change for the better.

Keeping his eye on Sabretooth, Wolverine limped to another spot, keeping pressure on the wound with his hand as he tried to give himself enough space and time to heal a little before Creed got to his feet again. The blood spattered floor was going to make footing treacherous if he couldn't lead the other to another area.


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Evo: ~I've found the mutants, but someone's here, and they claim we killed some big guy she showed a batle with. What's going on?~

Relief that Evo was still all right mixed with concern -- and a tinge of exasperation -- at his report. ~Evo, we haven't killed anybody, though there was a brief fight.~ Though with whom, he thought, it would be nice to know. ~Now, where is 'here,' exactly? Nightcrawler, can you transport us to Evo?~

Logan: "Heads up everybody! Just had me a dance with one Victor Creed, I'm trackin' him but keep yer eyes open an' stay focused."

He moved his hand from the combadge, then added as an afterthought, the sound of those two words so guttural with primal anger the others could barely make out the words over their tiny speakers, "He's mine!"

Great, Cyclops thought. Another mystery opponent. Or maybe the same, for all he knew, since none of the trio involved with the first one had told him so much as eye color yet. "Copy that," he said, his tone vermouth-dry. "In case he doesn't introduce himself, how will we know him?"