Fuck, of all the things to feel in that moment, pride shouldn't've been one of them. But there it was, in the way Remy'd fucked up their buddy Victor's ribs 'cause that was a sight for sore eyes, and the fact he hadn't just taken the high road - yeah, so Logan guessed the kid'd've been better off if he'd got out while the getting was good, and watching him get torn apart literally limb from limb was all kinds of fucking no, but.
Yeah, he should've guessed it. A second later, before he could duck outta the way he was smashed up against the wall, the weight of him and Creed's stupid fucking strength behind it breaking the panel behind him, making a Logan-sized dent in the plasterboard. Hurt like a fucker, the knee winded him, but he'd had worse - being bodychecked against a corridor wall was nothing next to the flesh burned off his bones, for a start, and Sabretooth didn't have that in him.
The claw missed, but that was the plan. A normal guy dropping down on Creed's closest foot wouldn't've been much of an issue at all but with all that adamantium Logan was hardly a normal guy. Especially not when those claws that'd missed his throat came crashing down toward Creed's toes.