Double fuck. Creed swayed wildly from side to side, tearing his foot away from Logan's claws and leaving a good part of it behind. He slammed Remy back against the panels in an attempt to dislodge him but it was much too late. He bit down on the cards and they ignited, making him look like some sort of early, horrific Jack O'Lantern.
With the inside of his skull temporarily liquefied, he stumbled backwards and hit the ground, pinning the Cajun beneath him. He groaned, his throat and skull already knitting back together, but damn that hurt. As soon as his throat had healed enough to speak he began to laugh, rolling over and pinning Remy down against the floor. Logan would no doubt pull his spine out within seconds, but it was worth it to get the little red headed fucker beneath him.
"I still have those wings, red..." he growled, leaning down and licking the side of Remy's face, jaw to hairline. "I use them for curtains. Still smell like your friend, Worthington..."