"Being crucified in front of hundreds of mutants that hate him I'm sure won't make him a martyr. Maybe we'd need to make him suffer a little bit more killing him, but then again we could miss our only chance to do him in for sure." He shrugged his thick shoulders; "Not all humans are bad... if you've grown up on this island or something like that. I've spent my entire life working alongside humans like a normal human being myself. Problem is, clearly, I'm not normal, and neither was my brother, Jimmy."
He didn't like to think about Jimmy anymore; he felt strange thinking about his brother that he hadn't seen for a couple decades. He didn't know if he was alive or dead, though it'd be pretty much impossible to kill the man unless they decapitated him. He didn't like the thought of that, and a clawed hand touched momentarily around the dog tags he never took off (his brothers were in his room in his foot locker) almost absent-mindedly. Then, he snapped himself out of it and lowered his hand.
"My abilities? I have a lot of them." He replied slowly. No one knew about his practical invincibility (though he was sure in the arena someone would be more than willing to try and pull his head off) and he wasn't about to announce it; Remy only knew because he saw him get shot in the chest and stomach and his body force out the bullets.
He stretched out his hand and showed off his claws, elongating them to their three inch length, and then letting them go back to normal again. "These are stronger than bone. I can cut through flesh and bone, as well as wood and some metals." He gave a shrug like it was nothing, looking at his claws for a moment. "I'm a feral. I have enhanced senses. That's why I'm down here, away from all the noise. I can hear a pin drop a half mile away. I can hear a whisper three miles away. It's a blessing and a curse. Try sleeping with my kind of hearing. I'm just glad I have a specially designed pair of earplugs." He'd probably go mad without them, he thought.
"You sound pretty damn useful." He told the other with a slight nod. "That collar keeps you from going anywhere, doesn't it?" Victor's collar only very temporarily stunned him, giving his victim seconds to get to safety before he worked through the muscle seizing electricity to strike again. The shock collar only angered him, and the power debilitation did nothing to stop the swinging of his massive arms with those claws.