He had to admit, that was impressive. And pretty fucking amusing, all things considered. Logan broke out into an inappropriately amused grin as he ducked forward and practically dragged the kid out of Creed's range. He wasn't letting him get hurt any more than he already was, that chunk of hair missing as it was - he swept an arm back, blocked him back behind him, to hell with the kid's feelings, Creed got a hand on him again and he'd be done.
"Why don't ya try pickin' on someone yer own..." He snorted, smiled wryly. Not the best choice of phrase. "...age, fer once? Leave the kid the fuck alone. The fuck am I, chopped liver?" He straightened up, brought his claws up in front of him and clanged them together loudly, the sound of metal on metal like a challenge. "Ya wanna try it, Creed? You ain't killed me yet, you ain't killin' me today."