Creed had started to head towards the children, intent on tossing Logan out of the way - or simply tearing his arms out of the sockets - and pluck up that sweet young metal thing. She looked like she could take a lot of punishment...and he certainly had a lot to give.
That is, until one of the most familiar scents in the world filled his nostrils. Kids be damned...that sounded like the cajun. He turned, slowly, and fixed Remy with a hungry stare.
"Well well..." he growled, laughing softly and licking his lips. "If it isn't Sinister's little bitch. I've missed you, LeBeau..."
Snapping his hands out much faster than a man his size should have, he grabbed the kid by either wrist and yanked him forward, holding him between himself and Logan.