"Well, well, well, if it isn't the prodigal son? I was wondering if I'd see you here." The last time Kurt had spoken to Remy, it had been more favorable. Remy had gone into a Church, and Kurt had pulled him out of there, imagining the Cajun was there to do damage. However, on the rooftops, they had a heart-to-heart talk, where it seemed as though Remy was having a change of heart. In the tight quarters of this underground hallway, circumstances were entirely different.
Remy gave a toothy grin, leaning against the cool wall, shuffling his cards in one hand. "Took you so long, Hommes?" he asked with a smirk, "I been waitin'. I 'spose we gotta fight now, eh? You here ta take back da children, oui? If ya woulda listened ta my warnin' we wouldn' need ta be doin' dis," he said with a wink.
Crouched low to the ground and light on his feet, Kurt was ready to make whatever maneuver needed to evade one of Remy's attacks. Wagging his index finger and speaking as a parent might chide a naughty child, Kurt told Remy, "Eh, eh, eh! I wouldn't use those cards if I were you. We're a long way underground. If this tunnel collapses, I can always teleport out, but what about you?"
The Cajun chuckled, "I grew up in tunnels, Father, I know how ta handle ma self," he said, bouncing a card about on his knuckles before folding it in with the rest. His other hand was fingering the collapsed staff on his hip, irises a glow and shining in the dark, "I got da devil 'imself lookin' out for me, I be fine."
A quick glance was made over his shoulder to ensure Ro and the kids were escaping alright, Kurt knew if he could stall Remy a bit longer, that would at least give them a better chance to get out of here. Eying the cards and the staff, Kurt knew if there was a way for him to disarm Remy early on, that would decidedly work in his favor. "I think you've read enough of the Bible to know what happens to the Devil in the end, mein Freund."
"Dat part ain't written yet," Remy purred, arching an eyebrow pointed, "'Sides, it also say ta honor thy father, don't it?" His eyes flickered to escaping children, and then back to Nightcrawler. He didn't want to reclaim the children, but a token attempt had to be made or Sinister would see right through him. He paused in his shuffling holding a single card between two fingers, flashing a canine towards Kurt and flicking it after the children.
Kurt's eyebrows rose high when he saw the card being thrown; he'd had enough experience with Remy's powers to know what happened next, and he didn't have much time to dally.
BAMF! Kurt teleported and plucked the card out of mid-air.
BAMF! He reappeared directly behind Remy and tucked the card down the Cajun's collar. "I guess you haven't gotten to the end, yet. Spoiler alert, the Devil fails!" BAMF! Kurt then teleported out of what he hoped was the blast's radius.
Remy was glad he hadn't imbued it with a particularly large charge, swearing and struggling to pull the charge back into his body, gritting his teeth. Not the most pleasant sensation, and it wasn't made any better when the card denoted it's remaining charge, throwing him forwards and scorching his back. He caught himself before he hit the floor, rolling and unfurling his staff, eyes seeking out the blue fuzzball with a glare. "Cheap move, homme. Ain't you good guys 'sposed ta fight fair?"
Back in the same crouching position as before, Kurt was even more alert when the staff appeared in Remy's hands. Having been the victim of Remy's exploding charges, Kurt had hoped the bast would've been enough to knock him out, and was surprised to see it hadn't, not knowing that Remy had pulled most of the energy back inside himself. How disappointing... the fight would've been over a lot quicker, otherwise, though not nearly as fun.
"Funny, I thought it was pretty clever," Kurt replied with a toothsome grin. "We must make do with what we've been given."
BAMF! Appearing closer to Remy, Kurt's intentions were to goad him into an attack, but teleport away in a cloud of billowing, brimstone scented smoke.