Three huge explosions rocked the island, as the hydrogen power cells providing power to the prison ignited- courtesy of Victor setting them on fire.
As the flames rose, the shape of Sabertooth became clear to see. In one hand, a duffel bag overflowing with assault rifles, grenades and ammunition. Slung over his other shoulder, four bloody spines, skulls still attached. A pair of new sunglasses and a half smoked cigarette rounded out the bloody ensemble.
The other mutants parted before him in horror, but he didn't seem to notice them. Grinning, puffed on his smoke, and shrugged at Magneto "Sorry I'm late. 'Boss'."