Incorporating both Logan and Remy's replies... Psylocke? Logan thought as he remembered an uncomfortable afternoon being tied up to a boat's anchor. Ain't worked with ya before.... He suddenly grit his teeth and growled at Scott's orders. Just like Scotty. He'd give mercy ta tha merciless... I'm givin' Creed a chance ta surrender. One fuckin' chance. He don't take it, then he dies right here.
Remy followed the hulking feral's trail down the elevator shaft. He lept into the enclosed concrete space and let gravity drag him down. His coat fluttered like a parasol as he descended in a long line. He only caught scraps of the telepathic chatter; "take Sabretooth prisoner" and Logan's reply of "one chance ta surrender."You being too easy on him mon frere, he thought privately to himself as he reluctantly decided to go along with Logan's scheme.
Logan quickly followed Remy's drop; his breathing was harsh with angry growls. His claws slashed into the cement wall of the shaft and slowed down his descent before his heavy frame made contact with the ground.
Remy quickly glanced at the Canadian in the familiar uniform and noticed the metal claws. A smirk immediately emerged. Merci dieu, he's here... "Bonjour mon frere. Glad you could make it."
Logan grinned back. "Nice ta see ya too. Lets get ta work." His lips moved back into a grim line as he recalled Sabretooth's taunts. "Yer just like me, runt! Stop pretending you're any better! You're an animal! All this integrity bullshit's just a bad joke you tell yourself because you can't handle the truth!" He walked out of the elevator shaft with his eyes set on Creed.
Nightcrawler teleported the blond feral around the room. Part of Logan felt scared for the blue mutant, he can handle himself, this one ain't cooped up in a monastery... ya hurt my friends, Creed, I'll gut ya, then let it regrow and gut ya again...
Remy quickly had a fan of cards in his hand. Pink particles of energy radiated from them with much more luminescence than usual, as if his rage alone was destabilizing the cards on a molecular level. There was not a scrap of mercy left in his mind... He deserves none..., he thought as he remembered the screams of the Morlocks.
"CREED!" Logan growled as he slowly advanced on the taller feral. "Leave tha elf alone! Ya got one fuckin' chance ta surrender. If ya don't... yer dead." And don't think I'd show ya any any leniency.