Re: To Rescue a Rogue
Remy had nearly fallen back from the blow, and was massaging his chin, spitting blood and making a face. Fuzzy boy was pretty good. His lips curled into a vaguely impressed smile, but then he had gone and attacked Sinister. That wasn't smart.
"..." He looked vaguely uneasy, eyes flickered towards the humans, and then to Nightcrawler. "Everyone?" he asked, hopefully, the promise of a deal lingeuring in his voice.