Suddenly, the guards tested his newfound heroic resolve!
An axe-wielding Asgardian crept dangerously close after the magpie took to the skies. His sharp steel sank deep into his shoulder blade and caused Creed to react like a bull simultaneously shocked by a cattle prod and burned by a hot branding iron. The blonde whipped his head back; his eyes instantly bloodshot.
These Asgardians –fearsome and worthy as they may be – were now meant to be treated as rodeo clowns to gore with his horns!
Sabretooth suddenly sprinted straight ahead; the guard’s grip on his axe wasn’t firm enough to dislodge it from the feral’s back as he jerked away. He rushed towards the spear-wielder first and strafed right to avoid his strike. Ten claws cut into his gut, and he hoisted the human-shield off of the ground. One archer was too timid to fire, but another took aim and shot anyway, despite Creed holding his comrade hostage. His arrow dug into the back of his helmet and stopped in the middle of his brain.
As the Asgardians bickered about ethics and the miscalculation of that arrow, Creed pivoted and charged towards the archers next! Desperate for more distance, they both backpedaled as they readied and aimed. Claws ripped apart the corpse he held at the waist, effectively splitting the dead soldier in upper and lower halves. Sabretooth spitefully slung the pair of armor clad legs at the more timid of the two archers as if they were a bola and beaned him in the breastplate hard enough to bowl him backwards into a nearby column!
The archer struggled to stay conscious and stand, but a severed torso soared his way with the speed of a missile and struck him in the head. The last thing he saw was a blurred image of a naked, blood soaked blonde swiping his hands back and forth across his face. The guards that were still alive saw Creed do what he meant to do to Lady Sif, and sadistically snatched his head off of his body after he cut his helmet and sections of his face away.
“MONSTER! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!” yelled the other archer as Creed turned and chased after him. Anger made armored hands shake, which offset his aim. The arrow released; it sliced the top of Creed’s ear instead of nailing into eye like he hoped for. Before he could load another arrow, Creed sealed his doom with a dastardly dropkick and punted him out of a nearby window. His body tumbled head over heels for several stories until he crashed onto the city streets below.