Creed was foaming and snarling, dripping with blood, much of it his own, and was being thrown near the point of red rage. He was tired of everyone landing a shot on his charred, bloody body and was ready to return a few hits. At least he was until a tiny body jumped on his back. Sway was actually quite lucky that he had not gone just far enough into feral mode or he very well could have simply ripped her off his back and thrown her head-first at the crowd. Fortunately, he only thought about doing so.
He glared hatefully at the frozen would around him, snarling loudly before he nodded. He needed to get out of here, and it looked like his little girl-toy was giving him the perfect opportunity. He grunted in return, considering ripping chicken-boy's face open for a minute, but the escape drive won over the desire to cause pain.
"Hold on," he snapped at her before he twisted his weight and literally bounded away on all fours. The extra limbs gave him extra speed in the frozen world, though he did give one clue as to the escape: He kicked in one door so hard it splintered. "So this is how ya do it," he grumbled mostly to himself, seeing the world the way Sway did for the first time.