Re: X-Men Team 3: Polaris/Reaver
"I'm not afraid of old pretty boy," he grumbled under his breath, rolling his shoulders and tossing his head to one side to crack his neck. For someone so easily beaten, he sure was a cocky little shit. "Hey, jus' 'cause yer doin' the boss don't make you my boss," he snapped back. Karr assumed that she and Havok were doing the horizontal mambo simply because of the fact that she always seemed to smell like him. Her emotions spiked around him too, he had no solid proof, but Karr was well convinced of the fact that males and females could not be around each other without making the beast with two backs.
He stalked inside, his stance instinctively dropping lower as his dark eyes sharpened with attention. "There's someone else here," he rumbled lowly, his fists loosening and tightening in anticipation of a fight. He could hear something, it was far off, but there. He broke into a fangy grin and started off towards that sound. "C'mon, Legs," he muttered, clearly deciding that he should be the one in charge of their little group. "Let's go see what's makin' noise." Oh he hoped it would be something he could fight. He was going to be severely pissed off if it was some rat or squirrel scurrying loudly about.