While following Remy and Psylocke, Kurt quickly consideres various strategies. He had often transported people, though usually over shorter distances. The chances that something bad would happen to them were slim. But it would slow him down somewhat and it created an unecessary risk of losing someone in another dimension or weakinening them, when everybody would catch up with Creed in a minute or not much more anyway.
I'll be off and keep him that Schurke from taking our property, meine Freunde!
With that, he teleported, from spot to spot, downwards, within split seconds. He barely needed to think. The X-Mansion was his home, he knew it in and out. The noise of the alarm drowned out whatever Creed was doing with their building and equipment, but the path of destruction was hard to miss, and the alarm made clear where he was.
The Incredible Nightcrawler was somewhat nervous about meeting Creed. Kurt had faced off against him, and despite his speed and agility, he had to consider himself lucky he didn't return in ribbons. Adrenaline was rising, however, and washed away those thoughts.
Just in time, Nightcrawler. Creed's broad back was half covering a man-sized hole in the wall to the hangar. The metal looked like frayed fabric, a testament to the strength and deadly claws of the other mutant.
If anyone's still hearing this, we will need a better technician than me to lock down anything via the machines from here. The control panel was destroyed, as far as he could tell with a quick glance, and he doubted Creed would let him take a time out to doublecheck.
Got to stop him in person, then.
Kurt teleported on his back, wrapping his blue arms around Creed's neck. Closing his eyes, he teleported again, just a few feet to the right, then backwards, then to the left. No great tricks, this, but it would do to confuse Creed, hopefully annoy him enough to shift his attention from the Blackbird to Kurt.
"Herr Sabretooth, I do not think you have the authority to use our plane." Kurt sommersaulted off his back, landing in front of him, muscles tense, ready to jump. Still, he was grinning as he nodded towards the wrecked door. "I take it you are not interested in talking this over, ja?"