WHO: Sabertooth, and those who wish to fight him WHAT: Tears shit up WHEN: July 17th, mid-morning WHERE: The Danger Room, and surrounding area
THIS IS AN OPEN TAG. ALL THOSE WHO WISH TO FIGHT SABERTOOTH, PLEASE GO AHEAD! A TAG ORDER WILL EVOLVE AS OTHERS JOIN. HAVE FUN!
Making his way into the Mansion had been so unusually easy that Sabertooth couldn't help but wonder if their host was expecting them. No matter, the old fool had underestimated them on more than one occasion, and there were more pressing issues to consider at that moment.
He headed for the danger room, dragging his claws against the wall as he went, leaving deep furrows in the flimsy paneling. Stealth certainly wasn't the name of this operation - like Mags had said, it was just a distraction. He could have fun with this.
And he would. There were a few old friends in the building that were just aching for a visit from ol' handsome Victor.