Kurt tried not to let it shine through how imposing a sight Creed really was, keeping eye contact. With clotted blood still clinging to his skin and wheat blonde hair, and the golden glow enshrouding his floating figure, he could have simultaneously played the role of an avenging angel and a bloodthirsty Aztec god.
Finally, when Creed touched the collar, Kurt gave up and dropped his gaze. He shouldn't, of course, because he gave Creed a moral high ground to operate from if he didn't stand behind his decision. Instead of answering, he slid through the shadows, invisible in the darkness, and switched on the light in the hopes of removing Creed's haunting aura.
"I apologize," he said. "We were unecessarily rough. But this is a school and we had to be very careful. If you had hurt the students..."
The teleporter looked up to him. The indication of fighting Creed one on one still sent shivers down his spine, but he shook his head, defiant.
"You can stop with that. Six claws have never scared me, and ten won't do the job either, Säbelzahn*. Do you think you have healed well, or do you need a doctor?"