Remy was a little distracted; his throat ached like someone had tried to choke the life out of him, which was exactly what had happened, and Vanessa's very presence in the VIP box was a thorn in his side, just agitating him even more. His head wasn't in this fight, his heart was never in any of them.
He was angry. So angry. Then again, he might have been feeling that from his opponent as well, something told him the other mutant was comfortable with that emotion. Gambit had barely taken the time to focus on the man who looked vaguely familiar, must have seen him around the island, before he had launched himself at him. He took the hit, rolled with it, and used the momentum to keep Damphyr moving, throwing him off of him as they hit the ground.
"Dat's a helluva 'allo," he muttered as he rolled to his feet and stood his ground. Remy was normally all quick grace and nimble acrobatics, that he had let the man catch him on the first try pretty much said how little care he had for the fight. Why fight to win if it was only going to make her happy?
One of the cards lit up as he charged it, not enough energy to do real harm but more than enough to throw dirt in the air as he threw it just short, blowing a small furrow into the ground near Damphyr's feet. It almost looked like he was trying. Almost. Anyone who knew him would have known that Remy didn't usually miss.