The man who wielded the axe was weaponless, and the swordsman turned towards him to bark orders. As they spoke, Creed slowly reached behind his back; claws clipping the seam where the sharp spade and handle met.
“Go! I’ll hold him off!”
“But, Sir…”
“”Nay! The king must be told! Don’t let my sacrifice be for naught!”
Creede pulled the axe blade free from his shoulder with a sinister snarl – healing factor expedient in closing the wound. When the soldier turned to flee, Sabretooth toss it at him like an Olympian throwing a discus. Eight steps were all he mustered before his own weapon cut through his neck. His body toppled forward, and his severed head rolled to the right.
Only one Asgardian remained.
Creed marched slowly towards the survivor; he smirked listening to him psyche himself for his last stand.
“I don’t fear you, swine! Have at thee!”
Bravely, the guard tried to cleave Creed. To his shock, the feral grabbed the sword in one hand – gashes in his palms closing almost as quickly as they opened. Blonde brows lifted as he tripped the guard and knocked him face down. He brutally stepped on his back to keep him still and then viciously bent the Asgardian’s arm in unnatural directions. Creed grinned as the guard screamed.
“…Ya’ don’t fear me? THEN LEARN!”
Creed promptly removed his foot and hoisted the Asgardian by his broken arm to look at him eye level.
“Take a good, long look around. Smell th’ blood in th’ air. Remember how bad yer’ body aches right now…an’ how much worse it got fer’ yer’ boys!”
The guard closed his eyes and shook his head and spoke between whimpers. “You madman! I’ll do no such thing! Kill me if you must, but I will not share tales of the misery you’ve caused us!”
“Fair enough… Let’s compromise!”
One spiteful kick to the gut that broke ribs – and probably punctured a lung - came after Creed’s wicked act of slicing the Asgardian’s arm off at the elbow. He narrowed his eyes as the guard struggled to cough for air and scream from the pain.
“Before you bleed out, you tell anybody that finds yer’ hollerin’ ass: This is what happens when ya’ piss off a mutant!”
Sabretooth quickly turned away and back towards the large expanse of the hall. He remembered the magpie dashing quickly before the battle started, leaving feathers behind like a trail of breadcrumbs to follow. Once he saw the first, he picked it up and captured its scent. When he found the second, Creed surged with renewed vigor and ran while following the avian tracks.