Remy ducked out of the way just in time to avoid the edge of Creed's rushing attack, and for a moment, he considered running again. To jump into the middle of that brawl would be fucking suicide and he knew it, but...
But nothing. It was run and hate himself forever, or it was stay and fight and probably get himself killed. Die a hero, live a coward. Not much of a choice, but it was the only one he had. Growling in his throat, he pulled out five more cards and charged them.
"Lord, help me," he murmured, then ran and jumped. He was on Creed's back, clinging with one hand, the other circling around to cram the cards into Creed's open mouth. Stupidstupidstupidstupid his brain yammered, but he wasn't listening to his brain anymore. It was all vindictive instinct now, payback for all the shit that Creed had done in the past.
"This one's for the angel, Creed," he said, maniacally happy as his fist slammed up, forcing Creed to bite down on the explosive cards. There was no time to jump free, so he ducked his head, hoping the bulk of Creed's shoulders would shield him from the worst of the explosion.