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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When he was moving so Remy could get up, the Cajun didn't bother. Didn't even sit up, he just laid there. His shoulder hurt, and this was nice. He didn't want to get up and feel the stabbing pain right now. He was resting. "Sabretooth, vraiment droit, jus' a kitty. You kick his ass, non? An' you do well to 'member. I ain' fragile, jus' alrea'y injure', but t'ink wha' I coul'a done if I was healt'y, non?"

Though, when Logan called him a kid, and announced that he wasn't sure how he could hurt him, it made Gambit's grin curl up. "Firs' I ain' a kid, un'ers'an'? I'm twen'y-two." Give or take a year... "Secon', I can' kill you, but I can make your life mis'rble, for 'de res' of your lon' days, oui? I wan', mon ami, I take you ou'." He sounded so sure about it. Because he'd thought, many, many times about how to get the upper hand, and he'd finally figured it out. He just hadn't had the chance to use it yet. He wanted to wait for a time when he was actually fighting the other man, not just sparring. And he knew, one day, that time would come. They wouldn't always be on the same side.