Gambit was bored. He'd had his two days of drunkenness, and he really didn't want to come back and put his head on straight. But he had. Rogue had been helpful with that, as had Hope, and now Ren was even offering his assistance without even knowing it. A good sparring match was certainly a way to get yourself back together, and the Cajun wasn't particularly concerned with harming Kylo. He'd seen him fight Deadpool, after all, and he knew what the man could do.
And he assumed a man who could do things like that could also take a beating.
He planned to give him a proper beating, thanks much.
Kylo wasn't being quiet as he approached, and that and that had the Cajun on his feet, but he wasn't expecting that! Thank goodness he was quick to react and was able to roll out of the way as the force impacted the tree and shook down some of the leaves.
Merde!
From his spot sitting on the ground, legs spread and hands set behind him, he scoffed at Remy.
"'Dat any way t' treat a lady?" He called out, holding up a hand, expecting Ren to come help him to his feet. "Gotta talk terms first, homme."