"Well dis wha I been given', so stop messin' wit it," Gambit growled, taking a step back in surprise at Kurt's rapid porting. He swung with his staff but made contact with nothing but smoke, face twisting into a scowl, and spinning about looking for where he'd disappeared to now, eyes darting about hurriedly.
BAMF! Directly overhead, Kurt appeared and tightly grabbed hold of Remy's staff when it had been swung upwards, and giving a sharp pull and twist, managed to wrench it from Remy's grasp. "The Lord giveth!" BAMF! Standing in front again, just so Remy couldn't accuse him of fighting dirty again, though Kurt figured this move wasn't exactly playing fair, either. "The Lord taketh away!" Before Remy could respond, he put all his force into hitting Remy as hard as he could with the Cajun's own staff. "Blessed be the name of the Lord!"
Remy's arm came up block the blow, and there was an unpleasant crack as it hit his forearm, the Cajun dropping to a knee with the shot of pain running up his arm, eyes stinging. "Not very priest like behaviour," he hissed through gritted teeth, holding his arm close to his chest and swinging round to kick at Nightcrawler's legs. His eyes went again down the hallway, relived to find he couldn't see the children.
The swipe of Remy's leg came unexpected, and knocked Kurt off his feet, but he recovered with the natural grace and agility of a top-notch gymnast. "Will it make you happy if I prayed while I kicked your ass? " Swinging the staff in an expert manner, Kurt advanced toward Remy. "Te Deum laudamus: te Dominum confitemur." BAMF! From the side Kurt struck out. "Te aeternum Patrem." BAMF And again, from the opposite side, Kurt struck again. "Omnis terra veneratur."
He dodged the first blow, ducking and lashing out, but the second struck him round the face, Nightcrawler's porting confusing his senses. He swore, stumbling back, a hand to his jaw. "Tibi omnes Angeli; tibi caeli et universae Potestates," he continued, spitting blood, "Any good Catholic boy can spout dat," he said with a sneer. Kids were gone, he needed to get back to Sinister, this fight wasn't going his way anymore. "But we da devil's children, Homme, god don' wan us prayin' ta him."
"Tell you what, we'll continue this Theological discussion when I visit you in prison." Seeing an opening, Kurt jabbed Remy directly in the stomach.
Grimacing, Remy sank to a knee, clutching his stomach. "No jail can hold me," he said, managing a cocky smirk.
Kurt glanced over at the door - Ro and the children were long gone, and he needed to catch up with them. "You're already imprisoned, Herr Gambit. You just don't see." One final blow, slammed across the back of Remy's neck, and Kurt stood over the unconscious body. Should he bring him, or not. He really didn't have the strength to carry the man along, but he would if he had to. Suddenly the room they were in began to rumble and shake, Kurt feared the room would cave in around them. "Vos ist los?" Even with his perfect balance, he was shaken off his feet.
Remy fell, letting his body go limp in the manner of unconsciousness. It was a tactic he wasn't fond of using, but it had helped him out of a sticky situation more then once. While he waited for Kurt to leave the complex began to shake, and Remy could hear Sinister's voice within his mind. Eyes widening, he pushed himself to his feet, ignorant to his injuries and running in the direction of the danger, pausing only long enough to snatch his staff back from the fallen mutant. "Get out before da place come down," he called over his shoulder.
When the staff was pulled from his grip, Kurt turned to see Remy running and he had no other choice but to heed his advice. Concentrating, Kurt teleported away, appearing in one of the rooms that came just before the exit, hoping to find how far Ro and the students had gone before catching up with them.