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Tweak says, "Mirror, mirror on the wall.."

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

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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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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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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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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