Creed had underestimated the little chick, something he would not do again. His bruises healing almost as quick as he received them, his body ran hotter than usual to manage that, but despite the beat down he was receiving not a mark would be visible once he could just get. her. to. stop! The girl was fast, no doubt about it, but she had a rhythm, whether she knew it or not, as most people did when fighting with their hearts and not with their minds. He waited for a moment before deflecting a punch with one hand and going at her throat with the other. The large feral pulled their faces close together, growled a menacing “Shoo fly” before throwing her (quite literally) through the wall.
Turning to assess what was happening with his little play thing he suppressed an ’Oh shit!’ when he saw who ha come to the boy’s aid. Taking an involuntary step back was the only show that he was leery of the doctor, his sneer never leaving his face. Creed had two options- try to run, or stay and just take it, since the boy was obviously something Mister Sinister looked on favorably. And Sabertooth sure as hell didn’t run.