2540/Creed crashes a training montage

Creed crashes a training montage
Date of Scene:	20 July 2020
Location:	Wilderness Campsites
Synopsis:	Logan and Lorna meet up in the wilderness for some hand-to-hand training, but are suddenly interrupted when Logan detects Victor's scent. Lorna and Logan both crash a rendezvous between Clarice and Victor. Logan and Victor fight (big surprise), Clarice reveals Victor saved and trained her in the past. Blink leaves with Sabretooth. Lorna and Logan do -not- approve.
Cast of Characters:	Logan Howlett, Lorna Dane, Clarice Ferguson, Victor Creed

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Logan Howlett has posed:
Upstate New York is enjoying weather in the mid 80's with a slight overcast. Deeper into the woods near the mansion, the greens of the forest are muted and the air is cool. It's perfect weather for physical exercise and training.

Logan is sitting on a freshly cut log, the top likely sheered off with an adamantium claw to create a flat service. Some freshly used sand-paper is nearby on the ground. A stogie in the corner of his mouth, he puffs like a chimney as tests his handiwork. He wiggles side to side then rolls the only thing over. A single claw makes another swipe to flatten the base. The log is rolled back over, leaves brushed off, and tests.

Satisfied, he nods to himself and crosses one leg over the other, biking boot dangling in the air. He reaches to the ground and collects mug of luke-warm coffee. Taking a sip, he waits. His outfit isn't much different from day's prior. Thick canvas pants and boots, the t-shirt has been replaced with a white tank top. Nearby, a duffel bag is ready with an assortment of training gear, mostly for Lorna's benefit.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna hiked out from the Mansion to the backyard, it was warm out, but again.. hardly close to the tropical heat and humidity that Genosha generated. The green haired woman stepped lightly through the various sports courts and beyond to the shaded grove of trees where Logan had said to meet up. A small pack was slung over her shoulders, likely carrying a bottle of water or two, and some possibly needed bug spray. The height of summer in the shade typically meant biting insects after all.

As her steps came crunching lightly over the path into the woods, Logan might notice her steps were lighter than a typical person's. Her powers were simply so ingrained that she lived part of her life halfway lifted into the fields, pulling her weight off the ground and leaving her far quieter than most.

She wore a simple pair of workout leggings and a wide armed black tank-top. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun as she came into line of sight. A smile flashed over her lips as she spotted Logan resting on a tree stump. "Does smoking even do anything to you with your healing factor?" She offered, noting the smoke that clouded the air about him.

Logan Howlett has posed:
As Lorna approaches, he tugs the cigar from between his lips and leans over to put it out in the dirt. Giving it a brief shake, he tucks it into a pant pocket. He shakes his head in Lorna's direction. "Honestly, kinda like puttin' in earplugs, but for my nose. And I feel a little rush from the nicotine. And nope, not worryin' about lung disease, would have gotten me a long time ago if it was goin' too."

He unzips the duffel bag and pulls out a pair of gloves which he tosses Lorna's way. Next, he pulls out a pair of sparring pads slips them over his hands. He taps them together and then rises to his feet. Holding them as targets, he instructs, "Alright, Lorna. First, just show me what you got. Punches, Kicks, whatever. Need to know what I'm workin' with."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna set her bag down at the base of a nearby tree as Logan put out his smoke cigar and stood. She raised an eyebrow upward, faint amusement coloring her expression in the curve of her lips. "Fair enough. I know Laura spoke about how pointless it was for her to drink, so it had me thinking." She shifted her caught the gloves he'd tossed her way, and she tugged them on without issue.

"Alrighty, lets see what I remember..." With a shift of her weight, she tilted her head in consideration and fell into a basic fighting stance. As she'd said before, she knew the basics. But it had been sometime since she'd practiced hand to hand combat, and it showed in the little ways her form was off. Her footing was slightly off here and there, not ingrained into muscle memory.

After a moment she began to cycle into the basic punches and kicks she remembered. Front kick, roundhouse, backfist.. None of which were horrible, but neither were they going to particularly deadly either. She came to a stop after a beat, her feet settling again as she straightened. "Like I said.. basics. The stuff that Scott made sure we trained in. But Scott isn't running around doing drills on martial arts either.."

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Laura isn't tryin' hard enough if she's tryin' to get drunk. It doesn't last long, but I've crawled into my share of bottles successfully." Logan observes a lot more than form. Through smell, he determines if she is starting to perspire. Through hearing, he catches the occasional bead on her heartbeat. He adjusts the pads from time to time to change up her targets.

"Yea.. the basics. You are thinkin' too much about it. Need to make it your own. Also, watch that roundhouse kick. That's a good finishin' blow if you can pull it off, but mess up, and you are in a world of hurt. Stick to the front kick, hell.. lower the better." He huffs, rolls his tongue around in his mouth and then spits. "Scott isn't a complete idiot when it comes to fightin' but you shouldn't be fightin' trained soldiers or police anytime soon.. without your powers anyway."

Logan sniffs again and then goes perfectly still for a moment. He sniffs some more then drops his pads. He suddenly ignores Lorna and runs to the edge of the trail. He inhales deeply and then growls lowly. He screams at the top of his lungs, "I KNOW YOU ARE OUT HERE, CREED!"

His voice echoes through the woods, Creed... Creed... Creed. Squirrels scatter, startled flocks of birds take flight. Logan's demeanor changes completely. He snaps his head toward Lorna. "Trainin' is over."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Why was Clarice out here? In truth there were little places for her to go right now, considering Genosha and Mutant Town being abducted, so she had found herself more and more around Xavier's grounds. And besides, Lorna was here often too so it made sense for the purple-haired 'elf' to also be close by. Even if those portals made 'close by' have a very different meaning from other people.

Yet tonight .., it was a different reason. A message from someone. To meet. It had been a while but it didn't mean she didn't answer.

So as usual a portal opened up mid-air, a Blink popped out while with a 'blink' her portal closed down. A look around. "Well, could had been a bit -more- specific on where to be." a grumble to herself..

She was dressed in a dark outfit, black jeans and top, boots, having let go of the long coats she likes to use due to summer. Just simple, casual wear.

But then she perks up, did she hear training close by? Mmmm, weird.

Victor Creed has posed:
The predator out haunting the wilderness and wooded areas well past the lake knows exactly what he's doing. While he doesn't technically turn invisible like some sort of hollywood Predator, he tends to be equally elusive and difficult to precisely locate, when he's making a real effort. He knows how to adjust wind to send his smell a certain way, or even to plant some scent to expect it to come in from another direction, to baffle another opponent as to where exactly he was most recently. The sounds of talking and chatter between the two out for a training montage was not overlooked: in fact, some self-soothing was attempted to remain calm (which mostly failed).

Still, Creed was out here to meet Clarice.

...but a fight is damn tempting. Always tempting. Overpoweringly tempting. ...But Clarice first.

Exiting the woods, he approaches Clarice well within her eyeline, smile inclusive of fang, but then there's that loud YELL, and his watercolor-amber eyes move from Clarice to the trees. The low laugh, a quiet rattle of sound, comes automatically as he reacts to it, and then gives Clarice an amused side-eye and unrepentant little shrug. Then the claws come out, comfortably and easy in anticipation.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shrugged as she paused between punches, she was in shape, but talking and showing Logan what little she knew in formal hand to hand combat wasn't the easiest. "Nah, we were at Harrys and having drinks. Laura mentioned how it wasn't worth it for her to drink." She mused, and continued.

"Make it up on my own though? Uhh.. You mean stamping on someone's toes and kicking a guy in the nuts? Scott definitely did not put that into the training drills.." She shifted, smacking a bug that came to buzz about her face. Which is when Logan's whole demeanor shifted. She froze, watching him as he dropped the pads and ran to the edge of the clearing they were in. Her eyebrows furrowing as he shouted out what was going on.

And just like that Lorna's focus shifted, and she lifted up into the air on the electromagnetic currents. She was limited in terms of what she could do in the middle of the woods. "Well yeah, I would imagine if Creed is out here that does put a damper on training."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan's anger is more protective then murderous. Creed is simply too close to the mansion. Too close to the kids. He inhales deeply again and then eyes Lorna once more, "Keep some elevation' and watch for him in the trees. Callin' out if you see him.. You'll be better at it then me when we get close."

The legendary claws erupt with a snikt and Logan is off roaming the woods. Logan manages to avoid some of the more obvious ploys, but the more devious misdirections of scent or trail conjure growls of frustration. His anger builds, but it's not feral. Its a combination of desperation and frustration. He murmurs, "If you hurt one of these kids..." He didn't complete the sentence, though something dark was in mind.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
When Creed comes out of the woods Clarice smiles back at the large man. A familiar one. Then a wave to call his attention...

And then the call for Creed. It is just too loud and intent to be mistaken by anything else than a challenge. And Clarice knows well how Victor reacts to those. She lifts one hand up slowly. "We are not here to cause trouble, Victor..." words thrown to the wind. She knows what that laugh means and the claws just seem to confirm it. The challenge had been accepted.

Her expression shifts to a worried one and she looks into the woods where a predator awaits, breathing catching, feeling that tension in the air as two apex predators get closer to one another. "I can simply take us somewhere else." she suggests.

Instinct makes her create one of her famous teleporting javelins, holding it down but protectively in one hand.

Victor Creed has posed:
There's some deliberate mocking to the way the scent is layered. Some time was spent. Did Victor actually piss on a tree? That's //entirely// intentional as glaring scent marking, an encroach on territory. Or maybe he just had to go...

Still, since Victor went into some open area to meet Clarice, he's somewhat visible from the air if the correct direction is picked. That he's in a mix of desert camo and dark color tones means he blends - but Clarice is probably brightly colored, comparitively, as an attention-grabber!

Whether Victor heard Logan's threat about hurting kids or not, he automatically closes the distance to Clarice. It was fast; he's giant, and strides are both long and swift. He towers over the slight Clarice, posture dominant as always. He comes close to her raised hand but doesn't actually step into it: though she'd find it easy to touch him if she chose.

"Seems I kicked a hornet's nest," Creed observes in a low voice: very very low, he leaned in and down to say it to her, well aware of his opponent's great hearing. It may just read to Logan as a growl. His tone suggests he likes hornets, though. Pleasure.

This probably looks //really// bad; he's right close to Clarice, coming into her personal space, claws out, and she has a javelin down but ready. At her suggestion of removing him from the situation, he hesitates at her suggestion, clearly having trouble with the temptation of the fight to come. But /fight/......!

"You'd rather run away?" Victor asks her. He looks at the javelin, flicking a claw out at it as if it were a bit of flame from a campfire.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna was considerably higher into the air than she had been before, a slow lifting in the fields, her hands splayed out at her sides, but she hadn't cleared the trees.. After all, if she was above them there was a good chance she might miss Creed entirely. So she balanced somewhere between the two, dipping down again here and there as Logan paused to follow the scent trail before she'd lift up into the air again. "I'm going to clear the trees, see if I spot anything." She hesitated, "Do you think he's still out here or that it's possible he's just taunting you? Maybe he was out here recently and is already gone..?" She asked softly, waiting for Logan's response before she'd clear the trees.

Once she had it wasn't hard to spot the bright speck of purple below. Her eyes went wide, "CLARICE?!" She shouted, flying down rapidly from the sky toward the duo below.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Aggravated profanity occasionally fills the forest. Logan isn't attempting to be stealthy. He's doing the exact opposite, because right now, he wants Creed to attack. That way, he knows exactly where he is. That way,  the butcher is focused on the stubborn Canadian with a healing factor and indestructible bones.

When he catches Clarice's scent semi-fresh on the air, his eyes widen. He about to call up to Lorna but she's already spotted Blink. There's a dash and a rustle as Logan begins cleaving tree branches out the way instead of ducking underneath them. It's a small display of flora carnage as Logan makes his way toward the clearing. There's a few moments remaining before Logan erupts from the tree line.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
The approach makes Clarice blink, the normal way, not the teleport-y one, lips opening to say something, stopping. Unnatural green gaze stays fixed upon the predator nearby but she takes no step back. There is that instinctual call for fear but she keeps at bay, or perhaps too used to it already.

"It's not running, it's trying not to create more problems than already exist for our people." She murmurs. The hand rests against the man's chest, as if attempting to soothe the beast, the javelin still there as an offering of a teleport. Touching it would mean being teleported away. To where though? Only Clarice knows.

Yet whatever she was going to say next is interrupted with that very familiar shout from a very familiar person. She looks up towards Lorna. That was unexpected. Her eyes widen. Recognizable fear in them, not for herself but for the whole situation forming up..

"No, all is fine." she calls out.

Victor Creed has posed:
"It's not 'our people'. It's him. I don't run from /him/," Victor grates back. "Not now, not /ever/." His instincts are requiring he react aggressively... or is that defensively?

Victor doesn't have an ability to resist what his instincts bring him to do. It can be good, with his reaction time and automatic responses of mindless carnage, the instant freedom of that. And it can be bad, in the self-control problem.

But it comes down to that he can't ignore the incoming attack or reason with it. Logan knows how to press on Creed's button, to get his attention on him. He switches entirely to the feral side immediately, as Logan rips and loudly tears his way towards them, using the moment to squat, and lunge directly at the spot Logan's loud eruption is expected to be.

Creed could have stuck to Clarice to taunt, threatening her, to /use/ her. He didn't elect to do that. He has elected to ambush and rip at the incoming assailant with excessive force, and leave his back open to Clarice.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna landed as close as she dared, rushing toward her long time friend and bodyguard. "Clarice! Get away from him!" She called as she came up toward the purple haired mutant, and if allowed, she would make to try to tug her away and back from Sabertooth. She knew Creed's past behavior either from X-men reports, or word of mouth..and despite all her ties to the Brotherhood and Magneto, Lorna had never been on 'friendly' terms with the man. Unlike Mystique and others that had tried to swing into her life after her father's supposed death.

"C'mon!" Her green eyed gaze swung back toward the noise Logan was making and her eyebrows shot upward. If Wolverine wanted to be quiet he very well could, but this was something else entirely.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Healing factors have historically allowed this pair to fight with absolute lethal intents and both live to fight another day. As a result, they probably both knew way too much about each other's buttons. Creed's gambit pays off, just as long erupts from the tree line, he's hit center mass by Creed's lunge.

When Logan's back manages to hit solid ground, he rolls with it, and the outright brawl and tussle begins: Claws and Teeth, Snarls and Growls. For Clarice and Lorna, it probably sounds like two bears fighting in the forest, flora partially concealing their view of the entangled Creed and Logan.

Victor Creed has posed:
When roused into this, Creed isn't quiet or subtle, and actually having a faceful of his rival's scent and to be coming into a fight with him rouses all of the aggression. He hasn't entirely flung over into mindless assault yet, though, but does put on a decent show of that being the case.

Creed's jaws open full, every fang in his head exposed, and roars full-throated in Logan's face, a lion's intimidation tactic and expression of dominance. If there were any critters around at all still, they are gone now.

A moment of rolling and partial separation only results in a shove off of a tree back into a locked fight again, flavored with Creed's deep roars ... and /laughs/. This isn't just a hatred thing, and it isn't about going for a kill. A lot of it is intended just to cause /pain/, in their feral froth of claws and blood.

That there is a laugh, though, may be the 'tell' that Creed isn't yet pulled into a place where he can't stop. Not yet, anyway.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"No, he is not..." Bad? Wicked? Evil? " ... he is not here to hurt anyone." Clarice says to Lorna when she lands up close to her. One slim arm had reached up, preparing to toss that javelin but then her window of opportunity is lost with Lorna's presence. A split of a second and the two predators are upon one another.

She gets pulled back a bit by Lorna, stumbling briefly but then creating another javelin, one on each hand.. Fine, they wanted to play rough was it? "We need to stop this, Lorna.." she says to her green-haired friend and Highness, "He is not here as an enemy. Help me." she tries to struggle away from Lorna's reach so as to approach the duo. Fearlessly running to two feral bears? Not really, she is quite scared. Scared that they will go into a full rage and be unable stop.

The javelins fly as she flicks her wrists, attempting to hit the two feral ones.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna's eyebrows shot upward as Clarice said that Creed wasn't there to hurt anyone; particularly as he and Logan got into it. The blows and the roars, the way the birds nearby scattered from the trees in panicked bursts. "Uhm. Clarice, you're my friend, but he is not welcomed here and he knows it. There are kids here, and they could've come wandering out here on a hike!" She was shocked enough that the purple haired mutant asked her to stop, the fight, so much so that Clarice was easily able to pull free from her tugging grip.

"Clarice! Clarice, he's dangerous! Stay back!"

Logan Howlett has posed:
Wolverine is only aware of Sabertooth at the moment. As long as the feral killing machine is focused on him, it's not harming anyone else. This allows him to let loose and just focus on the fight. Roar is met with snarl, the intimidation game doesn't work, but then again, if it did, these two wouldn't be the rivals they are. The pair are already getting bloody from minor scratches and lacerations, well, minor for them.

One might ask why these two couldn't at least have a quick conversation before getting into a fight. The truth is. This is a very deep conversation. Just not a language many others understand.

Consequently, Wolverine isn't aware of any inbound javelins. Short of maybe some dumb luck involving the two animals rolling out of the way by serendipity, Logan is likely to be hit.

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed was in the middle of trying to sink claws into his enemy's throat, but had to adapt due to having to jerk his head back to not have his head slashed off by Logan's claws. It clips a lot of long blonde hair, though, and part of his jaw. In a flurry of movement, he attempts to slam his foe down into a mix of shredded, broken wood, hoping to impale Logan on all sorts of awful wood bits that will be a pain to remove or deal with (stakes stuck into one's back are awfully painful).

All of that means he's standing over Logan. And Sabretooth is not /little/. He's a massive target for projectiles, like the ones Clarice is throwing. His reflexes were good enough to jerk one arm in a little, but he's hit by both of the darts simultaneously. One for the main mass of his body, and the other lance to a section out of upper arm. The two things teleport into different ways, creating a yowling ball of angry Sabrecat one way, and some bloody gore the other.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Ooops.

That was something Clarice wasn't expecting so when she sees the gore as it separates before being teleported away it makes her chin drop. A grimace, she knew those wounds could heal but ..., they would certainly hurt like hell. She stops her run not too far from where Logan is at, looking down at the man, her breathing heavy.

"This isn't what it looks like!" because that makes it better. And then a, "Fuck .., he is going to be angry.." yet probably better than losing himself to that feral rage.

A glance over her shoulder to Lorna, expression desolate. "It was but a meeting." then she eyes Logan warily.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna stared aghast as Clarice's portals ripped into Creed's frame and teleported in two separate directions. She'd seen it done on drones, and Sentinels.. but a living mutant that can take the hit and keep living? It was gory to say the least. She hissed under her breath, "Clarice, meeting up with Sabertooth outside the school is NOT a good look. No matter what it's for." She edged toward Logan, her gaze locked on the sight briefly and back.

"Logan, you good?" She called, her hands spread out in front of her, warily as she balanced her weight on her heels.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Creed manages to slam Logan into the assorted pile of 'pointy things' before Sabretooth himself becomes the victim of Clarice's javelins. Branches and sticks jut through Wolverine's back and biceps.

He roars in pain and flails, muscles tensing as he rolls. The wooden spears snap and break off but remain protruding from Logan's flesh. He grunts and breathes heavily as he rises to his feet. His tank-top is a tattered gory mess and his pants are not much better.

Panting, he stares at Clarice, his eyes dilated. His head jerks toward Lorna abruptly. There's a moment where his comrades might be worried that the berserker switch has been flipped. His brow furrows as he focuses on her words. "Good... Good?"

He yells, "DO I LOOK GOOD?!" He snarls and then begins tugging wooden debris out of his flesh and throwing it into the woods. "Where did he go?! Is he away from the mansion?" That's a good sign, Logan is focused on an actual objective, not murder-rage.

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed isn't going to be cut down by that. Which is part of his 'charm'. He didn't expect to suddenly be somewhere else and lacking full functionality of his right arm, but those sorts of things haven't stopped him before. The healing takes care of him, and it encourages him to really stat to lose his mind and sense of self into it.

And since it wasn't a leg that was hit, Victor is still able to move. It's somewhat horrifying, but it isn't the first time for this. It means he rotates that limb back, left arm to the front, right side slickening heavy with blood even as his healing factor picks up.

The bigger issue is that he's disoriented and doesn't know where his quarry is. He needs to figure out where he is. The roar that's released is frustrated more than anything else, and is also a request for his rival to roar back. Then they can continue...

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"He is .., further away from the mansion. But still in the forest." A frown and Clarice shakes her head. She watches as Logan starts picking out those wooden debris out. Another wince. That's gotta hurt. "I will make him go away." she then adds.

Unnatural green eyes then turn to look at Lorna in an apologetic manner. Yes, she knew it didn't look good. "He was the one that saved me from the magistrates, Lorna. And trained me." there. Perhaps not making it look better but .., at least it's an explanation.

She gestures with one hand, a large portal starting to open up in the air as she prepares to go through it.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna arched a brow at Logan, but seemed pleased that he was speaking. That was a good sign regardless on the tone in which it was delivered. After all, healing factors meant he'd live.. but the pain must have been nasty. Either way, the green haired woman didn't look concerned in the least that Logan might hurt either her or Clarice. She folded her arms.

"You're answering and able to speak. That counts as good in my book." She drawled, and turned her look back to the purple haired mutant. Her calm demeanor faltered slightly. The roar in the distance not particularly welcomed in response either.

"//Creed// saved you? I thought my father was the one that did. What the hell, how can I have known you for years and..." She stopped herself and shook her head, "Never mind, I don't want to know. But the point stands, he is not welcome here. Anywhere near here, Clarice. He's not sane, and not safe to have anywhere near the students." She shook her head, moving toward Logan with a grimace twisting her lips.

"Do you think he's going to circle back or take off?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan looks about ready to reply to Victor's call but then stops. He stares at Clarice for a long hard moment. He tries to process the idea of 'Creed' saving anyone. He growls lowly in disdain and frustration, "I know you didn't bring him here, Blink. Do what you want, just keep him away from the mansion. You've got one minute before I start running in the direction of that roar and silence it for good."

He sheathes his claws and resumes picking through his skin for unwanted wooden sticks. "Try not to get murdered in the process. That maniac will save someone just he can savor killin' them later."

Side glancing toward Lorna, "Oh he won't give up. Not while he can walk."

Victor Creed has posed:
No, Victor hasn't given up. He has prowled around in a circle, moving to higher ground, using his focused senses to locate the lake quickly and use it as a landmark to orient to where the fight was.

However, seeing a portal open nearby on his end draws him away from going hurtling off through the trees; he moves into an appropriate ambush position to the portal, low and ready, and starting to squeeze life and motion back into his injured arm despite the shrieking pain coming from the limb. Enhanced sense of touch can be less than fun.

That there's silence from the forest now is a bad indication: instead of roaring challenges, it means Victor is stalking.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"Creed was with Brotherhood back then." During the liberation. But then Clarice nods briefly at Lorna when she mentions not wanting to know, jaw tightening at the whole situation. She takes in a breath, knowing she might be walking into .., quite the bad situation. And more javelins never hurt, so she conjures two more to her hands, a pause to recover from so many created in a short period of time.

"I will make sure he doesn't return." A reassuring nod towards Logan and then she turns to the portal. She steps within, dropping down to the silent forest around her. A frown.

"It's time to go, Victor." she calls out to the quietness. "There is nothing to achieve here.." she looks around slowly, angling herself closer to a tree, steps just as silent.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna pursed her lips at Clarice's words, "We can talk later." She offered, and watched as the other woman stepped through the shimmering portal to try to talk sense into Sabertooth. She shook her head, and took a step toward it, and lingered there trying to peer through and see something distinctive, but failing.. It was all woods.
% Warily, Lorna shifted on her feet, her hands splayed out in front of her. "Logan.. need a hand with those wood pieces?" She offered her voice pitched low.

"You think that he didn't come here just to catch up with her?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan is trying in irritation to reach a few sticks jutting out of his lower back when Lorna makes that offer. He grumbles and acquiesces, less answering with words and more just facing his back toward her.

"That may have been his real objective, but it didn't stop him from taking a joy ride on my nerves. That bastard laid a scent trail all over the damn woods. He's taunting me. And if he doesn't get a fight out of me doin' that, he'll just escalate until he does. That's how he works." The explanation is half-growl, his eyes on the portal.

Victor Creed has posed:
"I was achieving plenty," growls Victor from the darkened brush he was using to ambush from. No ambush actually comes, but he also doesn't fully come out. He does let Clarice see him, though, standing up slowly from his squat, and ignoring the large arm injury: at least in all appearances. It's important to not look /weak/.

Victor doesn't clean up at all, just allows the blood to sit there in his hair and on his face, from the scratches that had been inflicted there which have since healed. He's keeping an eye on the portal, staying alert, feral eyes vibrant with orange. It isn't 'eager', but anticipatory, yes...

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"Sure you were." Clarice says in a low voice, her eyes visibly going up and down the blood and gore that she can spot on the man. Bold words perhaps but she can't really afford to look weak either. That is not how she was taught.

"It's time to go, Victor. You know what my duty is." Finality there in her words. The look towards the portal is detected, she but briefly glancing back to make sure there's noone poking their head out (She wouldn't want to re-introduce the guillotine in this century afterall) and then at last the portal is closed down with a 'blink'.

She lifts her hand up, showing the javelin in her hand to Sabretooth. An offer. "Take it, we will talk later." the tone firm. As if the cub was no longer a cub but grown.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna pursed her lips together as the portal blinked out of sight, leaving her and Logan alone in the that section of the woods again and cutting her off from Clarice. A silent wish that her friend remain safe was all that she could offer up now, before she turned her attention back to Logan.

Her lips pursed together as she came up and made to help where she could. A hand pressed at his back while the other curled around a wooden shard and after a beat, she yanked it out. She waited for Logan to breath, or jerk, before she responded. "Well, you both got in a few swings." She hesitated and looked at the next bit of wood. "At least you don't need stitches.."

Logan Howlett has posed:
There's a brief growl as the wooden spur leaves his flesh. He sighs and murmurs, "Was never worried about myself in the first place, Lorna. Let's hope Blink doesn't end up needin' stitches in the end."

He stares out in the woods in the general direction that Creed last roared and waits, allowing his flesh to begin the process of knitting those punctures back together. "Well, there's a trainin' lesson for ya. That you probably didn't need." He kicks away one of the bloody spurs, "Use your environment."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor comes out of the brush to saunter towards Clarice. His lips are closed, the fangs are put away for the time being, though claws remain out. There's still too much possibility of continued fighting for that.

"I'll take it if we talk //now//," Victor barters, slowing to stop in front of her, gold eyes flicking from one of her greens to the other. He's giving way a little, but still aims to get what he wants. "You can text them." He flexes his right hand and glances down over it, twisting the limb. He then reaches for the dart, expectant of her agreeing to his compromise.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
A calculating look is given to Creed, eyes squinting briefly. But fine, that much Blink could compromise.

"No need for the dart then." A gesture with one hand and a portal opens up so they can move in through it, away from the forests surrounding the mansion. She steps in. Conversations were about to be had...