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nwo_mod ([info]nwo_mod) wrote in [info]nwo_xmen,
@ 2008-07-17 14:06:00

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WHO: Sabertooth, and those who wish to fight him
WHAT: Tears shit up
WHEN: July 17th, mid-morning
WHERE: The Danger Room, and surrounding area

THIS IS AN OPEN TAG. ALL THOSE WHO WISH TO FIGHT SABERTOOTH, PLEASE GO AHEAD! A TAG ORDER WILL EVOLVE AS OTHERS JOIN. HAVE FUN!



Making his way into the Mansion had been so unusually easy that Sabertooth couldn't help but wonder if their host was expecting them. No matter, the old fool had underestimated them on more than one occasion, and there were more pressing issues to consider at that moment.

He headed for the danger room, dragging his claws against the wall as he went, leaving deep furrows in the flimsy paneling. Stealth certainly wasn't the name of this operation - like Mags had said, it was just a distraction. He could have fun with this.

And he would. There were a few old friends in the building that were just aching for a visit from ol' handsome Victor.

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 02:27 pm UTC (link)
Well, wasn't that just perfect fucking timing.

Logan was down in the Danger Room mid-training - the younger kids had left maybe a half hour beforehand for some other "important" class, English or some goddamn thing that Logan didn't see was gonna serve them all that well if whatever this new big thing that was coming came, and there he was with Paige, just getting started. But something caught his attention. Loud, familiar... filling his nostrils with that fucking scent he knew so well.

Couldn't be, he told himself, and held up a hand to Paige - he'd been mid-sentence telling her to go ahead and give him the demonstration, the new form he'd told her to practice between sessions and then there was that. Scraping down the panelling. Claws. Well, that was just what he needed, his conversation with Remy still pretty goddamn fresh in his mind.

"Kid, I think we got company," he told her, voice low as he popped his claws and headed for the door. "Throw on the strongest skin ya got. You're gonna be needin' it."

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[info]nwo_husk
2008-07-17 02:31 pm UTC (link)
She nodded, swallowing hard, adrenaline already pumping as she concentrated. Adrenaline or fear.

One...two... And with a shredding noise, there was Adamantium!Paige. She's been practicing.

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 02:35 pm UTC (link)
Well, goddamn. Logan raised a brow in Paige's direction; pretty good job, kid was the look on his face, even if he didn't allow himself to say it. That was pretty darn impressive. And he was convinced it was gonna get a test.

He opened the door, stepped quietly through the control room and out into the corridor. He could practical taste the bastard he was so close.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 02:41 pm UTC (link)
Creed could smell Logan, just another few feet down the hallway. It was like Christmas to his senses. The scent of Logan came with fresh blood, tender flesh, salty sweat and poor little orphan mutants falling to their knees around him. It had been that way year after year, for almost as song as he could remember. Hell, they were practically brothers in carnage.

He moved closer, crouching and punching his claws into the floor, dragging himself along like a lame dog.

"Daddy's home..." he growled, the door to the Danger Room just ahead. He wondered how many little roasting chickens Logan had in there with him.

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 02:46 pm UTC (link)
He stepped into the corridor, arms down by his sides, chin jutting that insane defiant way that the man - he snorted, man was far from what Creed was - brought out in him each and every time. There was never enough time for him to forget. Too many years of this, and it wasn't even his birthday.

Logan brought up his hands, claws before him, dropped into stance. "Creed," he said, growled, eyes narrowing. "You don't belong here."

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[info]nwo_husk
2008-07-17 03:00 pm UTC (link)
Unsure of what, exactly, it was that she should be doing, Paige tiptoed after Logan, stopping short of the corridor, and to one side of the door. She's not sure if anyone could smell her through the layer of metal, but...she's not going to give herself away right away. Element of surprise or something.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 03:04 pm UTC (link)
Creed's grin grew into a vile, sharp-toothed smile as he set his eyes on Logan, letting out a low growl and straightening up. At the very least, he was always taller than Logan...

"Hey there, scrappy," he rumbled, nostrils flaring. The scent of Adamantium was stronger than usual...maybe it was only because it'd been so long since he had come up against his favorite foe.

"Could say the same for you. I didn't think Professor X let pets on the furniture..."

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 03:14 pm UTC (link)
"I ain't no one's pet, Creed," he said, cursing himself for rising to the bait but that was the way it went, he just reacted. It'd never been smart between them, as intelligent as they could both be; Logan guessed they brought that out in each other, as much as he fucking hated to think Sabretooth had an effect on him at all. "'Sides, since when's Magneto lettin' ya off yer leash?"

If Creed was here, chances were Magneto was too; Logan hated that guy, the way he fucked with the metal in his bones and fucked with Chuck's head. Wouldn't just be the two of them, either - no time for that, though, the lists of allies filing through his head. He'd keep Sabretooth occupied, the others'd get the kids out. And Paige was close by; the stench of adamantium in the air was not all him.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 03:55 pm UTC (link)
"Magneto ain't got nothing to do with me being down here, runt," Creed snarled, walking closer, claws still dragging against the wall. The scent of Logan's skeleton was drowning him, making him feel drunk, heady.

"You know I always put aside a little time for you. That special relationship we share," he paused, peering over Logan's shoulder and into the Danger Room, growling.

"What, no kidlets? Disappointing...I skipped lunch for this..."

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 04:14 pm UTC (link)
"So why can I practically fuckin' smell him on ya?" he asked, voice harsh as he stood his ground, waiting and oh God. Oh sweet holy fucking God and Kurt would frown at him so hard for even thinking that, there was a new smell in the air, a new sound. Somewhere down the corridor, mercifully behind Logan and behind Paige wherever the hell she'd gotten off to though he could still smell the metal of her, a door opened. The unsavory odor of gym socks and sweat rippled out into the corridor and the kids laughing, well. They stopped in a second. This changed things.

"Looks like ya get yer wish after all," he muttered, terse. Then he stepped into the center of the corridor, stretched his arms to his sides - his claws caught against the panels and he didn't dare look back over his shoulder at the kids. For all his bulk, Creed was fast. Logan couldn't afford to let his guard down for a second.

"Thought you kids were learnin' Shakespeare," he called back instead. "That ain't a goddamn Midsummer Night's Dream s'far as I can tell."

The kids did at least stop, as they heard Logan's voice and got a good look at what was beyond him. "French," one of them said, surprisingly steady though once he placed the voice it wasn't such a shock. He could've rolled his eyes. "We're skipping French, Logan, not English. Parlez-vous..."

"Shut it, Jubes." Remarkably, she did. "Paige?" He felt bad blowing her cover that way but those kids needed to get the hell out of Dodge. Logan had seen what Sabretooth could do, over and over and over again. "Kid, right time ta get yer ass out here is now."

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[info]nwo_husk
2008-07-17 04:17 pm UTC (link)
She almost protested. Except 1. You don't argue with Logan. And 2. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be any help in a fight between the two. Not to mention 3. She was kinda scared.

"Right," she nodded, a metallic twang in her voice. "C'mon." Back to what she knows. Herding kids. They'll see if they can find Mr. Summers or Ms. Grey or somebody.

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[info]nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 04:48 pm UTC (link)
And Remy picked that exact moment to come barreling around the corner.

His head was still ringing, having suffered the full fury of Emma's psychic shout not two minutes ago; he'd been innocently going about his business, trying to duck as much of the action as he possibly could. People were running around, shouting about attacks and Magneto and it was all very garbled, but what he'd managed to take from it was that a) there were unwelcome visitors in the mansion and b) those visitors wanted to hurt people. And in spite of the good streak in him that he'd been contemplating more and more over the past few days, Remy didn't have it in him to be a hero, especially an untrained one.

He'd been on his way to his room - Logan's room - when Emma's voice had crashed through his brain, stopping him dead in his tracks. THE CHILDREN, REMY. THEY'RE MISSING. GO TO THE BASEMENT.

No internal debate had raged, he'd simply turned and started running. There was being a hero, sure, and he wasn't cut out for that shit, but he'd be no kind of man if he let a bunch of helpless kids go unprotected. Maybe he couldn't do much but distract whatever was down there with them, but better him than the kids.

So into the basement he'd gone, and around the corner, and there he stopped dead for a second time, only this time it was more out of fear than shock, a liquid terror that turned his legs to jelly. There he was, larger than life, the stuff of fucking nightmares.

"Christ Almighty damn," he breathed. "You gotta be kiddin' me..."

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 04:55 pm UTC (link)
Oh, fuck. This certainly wasn't happening. Of all the times, of all the people, it had to be right then and just him. Powerful and untrained. Pained Logan to think it but better Summers than the kid, especially considering that look on his face. Really hadn't been lying about knowing ol' Vic, then.

"Kid, if yer thinkin' of helpin' out here, fer Christ's sake don't hit me," he called, apparently not missing his humor. Such as it was.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 05:00 pm UTC (link)
Creed had started to head towards the children, intent on tossing Logan out of the way - or simply tearing his arms out of the sockets - and pluck up that sweet young metal thing. She looked like she could take a lot of punishment...and he certainly had a lot to give.

That is, until one of the most familiar scents in the world filled his nostrils. Kids be damned...that sounded like the cajun. He turned, slowly, and fixed Remy with a hungry stare.

"Well well..." he growled, laughing softly and licking his lips. "If it isn't Sinister's little bitch. I've missed you, LeBeau..."

Snapping his hands out much faster than a man his size should have, he grabbed the kid by either wrist and yanked him forward, holding him between himself and Logan.

"Friend of yours, runt? Smells good, don't he?"

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 05:09 pm UTC (link)
And again, fuck. Just what Logan hadn't wanted to happen, at all, at all, 'cause Paige was getting the kids the hell outta the way as fast as she could, hell if Jubilee wasn't helping and French class be damned parlez-vous my ass, and there was the kid dangling from either wrist from Sabretooth's hands. He shouldn't've felt that shiver of panic when he considered Creed's next move. It was a distraction. But the way he was looking at Remy turned his stomach.

"Ain't nothin' ta me," he said, with a broad shrug, claws out to either side. He didn't know how the hell he said it when pretty much everything inside him was screaming ya don't put him down, ya hurt him an' I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, Creed. "Ya don't think he's gettin' in the way'a you an' me? Ain't that what ya want?"

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[info]nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 05:16 pm UTC (link)
Remy heard the words and understood their intent, but damned if it didn't make him even more frightened to hear Logan talking like that. He's just tryin' to make Creed drop you. He knew that, and knew too that it probably wouldn't work. He and Creed had business that would take much less time to conclude than whatever grudge he held against Logan. Remy wasn't stupid; he was perfectly aware that Creed could dispatch him with little trouble.

But there was the question of whether he was gonna let go without a fight. The rock of fear in his belly said yes, but that crazy voice in his head, the one that seemed to get him in endless fucking trouble...

"Nope," he murmured, mostly to himself even though he knew Logan and Creed would hear. A sort of giddy energy filled him and he lashed out with one booted foot, catching Creed square in the belly. It wouldn't do much in the way of damage, but it would distract him long enough for Remy to accomplish his true objective.

One finger touched the sleeve of Creed's shirt, and he charged it as much as he dared.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 05:25 pm UTC (link)
Fuck.

As soon as he felt Remy's finger brush against his shirt, Creed knew he should probably drop him, or spend the next hour cleaning his teeth out of the back of his head. Regeneration - cool it was, pleasant and quick it was not.

He twisted away as it began to spark, lashing out with one hand and ripping a chunk of hair from Remy's head as he moved. A keepsake. His shirt burst into violet flames, crackling for only a moment before they died down. He swore, dusted t he ashes from his shoulders, and let out a bone-shaking roar.

"You'll pay for that, LeBeau!" He growled, leveling Logan with the same gaze. "As soon as I'm done with you, Runt, I'll make your teammate here my own personal chew toy.I'll even stuff him myself."

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 05:33 pm UTC (link)
He had to admit, that was impressive. And pretty fucking amusing, all things considered. Logan broke out into an inappropriately amused grin as he ducked forward and practically dragged the kid out of Creed's range. He wasn't letting him get hurt any more than he already was, that chunk of hair missing as it was - he swept an arm back, blocked him back behind him, to hell with the kid's feelings, Creed got a hand on him again and he'd be done.

"Why don't ya try pickin' on someone yer own..." He snorted, smiled wryly. Not the best choice of phrase. "...age, fer once? Leave the kid the fuck alone. The fuck am I, chopped liver?" He straightened up, brought his claws up in front of him and clanged them together loudly, the sound of metal on metal like a challenge. "Ya wanna try it, Creed? You ain't killed me yet, you ain't killin' me today."

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[info]nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 05:46 pm UTC (link)
Remy folded his legs under him and rose gracefully, hand pressed to his head. It ached like a mother, and he'd have a fucking bald spot there, but better that than to lose his entire face. He hesitated a second, took a few steps back, and actually started to pivot before he stopped himself.

It would be easy to run away and leave Logan to handle this. He was sure that his assistance wasn't actually required, just as he was sure that it was in his best interests to turn tail and run. There was, however, his pride to consider. He'd been running from Creed for nearly two fucking years now, and to tuck tail and scurry away again was more than he could stomach.

So instead of running, he turned the pivot into a full 360, hand dipping into his pocket. Three charged cards flew past Logan's shoulder in rapid succession, two striking Creed in the chest and the other catching him high on the cheekbone.

"Fuck you, Creed," he spat, still slightly behind Logan, but standing his ground now. "You jus' try an' chew me after I blow the fuckin' teeth from your skull."

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 05:54 pm UTC (link)
The cards hurt like hell, but this wasn't Creed's first rodeo. He'd fought the little kinetic motherfucker before, and had earned his fare share of blows. Still, it stung.

With a hand clutched to his exposed ribs, blood sloshing from his face down to the ground, he ran through the cloud of violet smoke and towards Logan, throwing an arm out and catching him around the neck. He slammed the smaller man against the wall, bringing up a knee to catch him in the stomach, pulling back before he found himself in the way of a flashing silver claw. The amount of times he'd had those claws sunk in his flesh, it was the healing factor only that saved him from looking like a damn patchwork quilt.

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 06:02 pm UTC (link)
Fuck, of all the things to feel in that moment, pride shouldn't've been one of them. But there it was, in the way Remy'd fucked up their buddy Victor's ribs 'cause that was a sight for sore eyes, and the fact he hadn't just taken the high road - yeah, so Logan guessed the kid'd've been better off if he'd got out while the getting was good, and watching him get torn apart literally limb from limb was all kinds of fucking no, but.

Yeah, he should've guessed it. A second later, before he could duck outta the way he was smashed up against the wall, the weight of him and Creed's stupid fucking strength behind it breaking the panel behind him, making a Logan-sized dent in the plasterboard. Hurt like a fucker, the knee winded him, but he'd had worse - being bodychecked against a corridor wall was nothing next to the flesh burned off his bones, for a start, and Sabretooth didn't have that in him.

The claw missed, but that was the plan. A normal guy dropping down on Creed's closest foot wouldn't've been much of an issue at all but with all that adamantium Logan was hardly a normal guy. Especially not when those claws that'd missed his throat came crashing down toward Creed's toes.

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[info]nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 06:08 pm UTC (link)
Remy ducked out of the way just in time to avoid the edge of Creed's rushing attack, and for a moment, he considered running again. To jump into the middle of that brawl would be fucking suicide and he knew it, but...

But nothing. It was run and hate himself forever, or it was stay and fight and probably get himself killed. Die a hero, live a coward. Not much of a choice, but it was the only one he had. Growling in his throat, he pulled out five more cards and charged them.

"Lord, help me," he murmured, then ran and jumped. He was on Creed's back, clinging with one hand, the other circling around to cram the cards into Creed's open mouth. Stupidstupidstupidstupid his brain yammered, but he wasn't listening to his brain anymore. It was all vindictive instinct now, payback for all the shit that Creed had done in the past.

"This one's for the angel, Creed," he said, maniacally happy as his fist slammed up, forcing Creed to bite down on the explosive cards. There was no time to jump free, so he ducked his head, hoping the bulk of Creed's shoulders would shield him from the worst of the explosion.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 06:19 pm UTC (link)
Double fuck. Creed swayed wildly from side to side, tearing his foot away from Logan's claws and leaving a good part of it behind. He slammed Remy back against the panels in an attempt to dislodge him but it was much too late. He bit down on the cards and they ignited, making him look like some sort of early, horrific Jack O'Lantern.

With the inside of his skull temporarily liquefied, he stumbled backwards and hit the ground, pinning the Cajun beneath him. He groaned, his throat and skull already knitting back together, but damn that hurt. As soon as his throat had healed enough to speak he began to laugh, rolling over and pinning Remy down against the floor. Logan would no doubt pull his spine out within seconds, but it was worth it to get the little red headed fucker beneath him.

"I still have those wings, red..." he growled, leaning down and licking the side of Remy's face, jaw to hairline. "I use them for curtains. Still smell like your friend, Worthington..."

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 06:30 pm UTC (link)
Jesus Christ, did Creed just lick him? Logan scowled; even the sight of pieces of Creed all over the corridor couldn't please him enough to wipe that little scene out of his head. This was not going that way. Creed was getting his fucking hands off the kid, now.

So he did what any rational adamantium-laced guy would've done; he jumped, and he shoved all six claws in just as far as they'd go down into Victor Creed's lower back. And he twisted, yanked back, pulling him off of him. "You don't go near him," he snarled, low, by Creed's ear close enough to bite down at the lobe and split it clear off. Sure, it'd be back, but spitting half the guy's ear down the corridor in a smear of blood was pretty darn satisfying. He grinned, teeth bloody, mouth bloody. "You come get me instead."

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[info]nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 06:59 pm UTC (link)
Gasping and gagging, Remy backpedaled as fast as he could. His nails raked down his cheek, digging deep furrows in his own face as he tried reflexively to rid his skin of the scent of Creed. It hurt, but it was better than feeling that fucking tongue, Jesus Christ...

He just lay in the hall for a moment, staring at the growing carnage. Blood everywhere, on the floors, the walls, dripping down Creed's face, spilling down Logan's chin. His stomach heaved, but he kept control of himself. There wasn't much else he could do.

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[info]nwo_mod
2008-07-17 07:07 pm UTC (link)
Creed screamed with the agony that so usually accompanied Logan's claws, groaning and leaning against a wall until his spine began to knit itself back together. He snarled, spitting blood and teeth, running a raggedly clawed hand through his hair and straightening.

"Nice, runt," he growled, licking his lips and flexing his fingers. He pulled a strip of torn panel from the wall, a rough spear he'd carved earlier with his claws. "I thought you would've gotten slow, laying around this place. Guess I was wrong. Some of us just don't stop training..."

He stood still, for longer than he should have, before leaping once again into action. He took the coming claws in the chest, groaning and pushing down against them. The paneling spear came up, catching Logan in the abdomen, and pushed forward until it met resistance. Either the wall or a metallic bone, Creed didn't care.

"All that blood in my mouth, I can still taste your little bitch, Logan," he purred, laughing and twisting the pole. The damage was temporary. "That's what he is, isn't it? Do you think he knows what happens...how we play our little game, you and me? It's dangerous, hanging around you..."

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 07:18 pm UTC (link)
The pain of it was just as anticipated, the strip of panelling jabbing straight through what felt like a kidney and into the wall. Well, fuck, that smarted. He guessed he hadn't expected any less.

"Ain't none'a your concern what he is and ain't to me, Creed," he said, and spat a mouthful of his own blood and Creed's in his general direction. "And don't think I won't slap that taste right outta yer mouth."

He couldn't pull back far enough to get the claws out; he popped them back in, pulled his hands free and pressed one against Creed's shoulder, another against that spike. When they came out again, wood and bone splintered in their wake and Logan dropped to the floor.

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[info]nwo_cyclops
2008-07-18 03:49 pm UTC (link)
It felt like he'd been running all day when in actuality, all of this was happening in the space of minutes.

Following the trail of destruction, he found himself in front of the corridor outside the Danger Room. The scene in front of him could only be described with one word: horrendous. Remy was down, his breathing laboured, Wolverine had been impaled with a piece of wood panelling and Sabertooth's spine, while exposed, was already in the process of healing; and there was the matters of the claws in Sabertooth's shoulder...

Hurrying over to Remy, he ensured himslef that yes, while the boy had been hurt pretty bad, he wasn't going to die anytime soon. Satisfied of that, Cyclops kneeled down by Wolverine and pulled on the piece of wood, extracting it as quickly as he could. He knew Wolverine probably didn't want the help, but tough. He was getting it anyways.

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[info]nwo_wolverine
2008-07-19 09:50 am UTC (link)
Fucking Summers. Logan rolled his eyes and growled something unpleasant though it'd be tough to say exactly what it was considering how he was attempting to spit out a mouthful of blood onto the rug. He groped about blindly in the open wound in his side, yanked out a handful of splinters and dropped onto his knees. Wasn't like he was gonna die, but it sure hurt enough.

No time to think about healing, either. He groaned as he hauled himself to his feet, bloodying the floor; he swiped Scott aside - guy could try to help if he wanted but hell if Logan was gonna mail him a nice invite - and launched himself at Creed. He'd be damned if he was letting him get away with this.

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