The scent of blood in his nostrils made Victor's blood race. He flexed against the massive chains binding him, relishing the pain as they dug into his skin, crushing veins and flesh between the titanium without and the adamantium within him. Letting out a chilling, primeval roar, he flexed his massive muscles against the restraints. His bones flexed and ground through cartilage and tendons- if they were not sheathed in unbreakable metal they would surely have snapped. But instead, as he finished his scream of rage, Sabretooth tore the chains that bound him- sending titanium links flying as he did.
Falling to his knees, Victor breathed heavily. The act hadn't been easy on him, and it would take a few moments to heal. He wasn't worried.