He sidestepped the move with ease, making note on how Wolverine landed -- on all fours. In a flash, he saw claws trying to get to his face. He ducked out of that, the claws clipping a little of his already short hair.
The adrenaline pumped through him knowing how close a call that was. The familiar glow coursed through his mind and body -- now it was his turn.
He tried to slash at his opponent's face but he only grabbed air. He felt searing heat go pass over his stomach. He clutched it for a second as he felt it heal.
"That's the best ya got boy," he taunted the other without fear. He saw rage in the other flare up, the feral attacked him again.
This wasn't the Wolverine he faced before countless times before. This Wolverine started to get sloppy, and he would point out his rivals mistakes mistakes.
He grabbed the clecnched fists that were aimed for his face, Wolverine's claws a couple of inches near his face, and using momentum threw his opponent into a tree. He loved the anguish on his face. The impact would've killed a regular man, instead it only slowed his opponent down.
"Wolvie...what...happened," he heard a distant whisper flow out into the wind. He looked back to see the kid still in a state of shock.
He felt metal pierce through his chest. He howled in pain as he grasped his chest. His healing factor would be working hard today. He saw the other trying to get another slash in, but he kicked his rival off him.
How could he be so careless as to not pay attention to the other feral for a second? He charged at the somewhat dazed figured and speared him to another tree.
He heard the wind getting knocked out his opponent as he let him loose a little so he could get a couple of punches in. Before, it'd hurt to punch a guy with skeletal structure made purely out of adamantium, but now that they were on the same playing field -- it just stung a little.
He kept punching him, he didn't want to kill him just yet; rather, he'd like to see him suffer. The pain and suffering that he felt he put upon his rival. He put all his strength into a punch to the gut. The force forced Wolverine through the tree he was right behind, and then the one behind that one and finally landing on and making a huge dent in stone.
He saw his rival cough up blood, and eyes started to close slowly. He won the fight, he knocked out his rival. He'd have to finish the job. He walked toward his fallen opponent, ready to find out the color of the others guts.
The kid formed in front of him, hands outstretched trying to stop him. He growled at her.
"Out of the way kid," he just went through her. He walked closer to his prey.
"Were you pleased?" she shouted at him, he just kept walking, "Did you enjoy this fight, I don't see that typical evil grin of yours."
She was right, he wasn't grinning. He forced it when he turned to face her, "Ya know kid, it doesn't matter -- I've been waitin' for this moment forever." He got to his opponent as he grabbed him by the throat ready to strike.
She once again popped up in front of him, "Ya didn't beat him," her simple tone stopped him, "Ya just beat an animal -- that wasn't his best," he noticed that she said 'animal' without flinching and emotion.
He didn't care though, he started thrust his claw into his opponent abdomen, drawing blood -- all he had to do was slice up towards the chest cavity and...
This would be the point where she would save her precious "Wolvie" and control him; however, out of the corner of his eye he saw her not budging -- staring at him like she knew she'd win,"You can't fool me 'Tooth, you feel empty inside -- you wanted more."
He growled as he took his claws out. He looked around for what he could do for this pitiful excuse as an opponent. With Wolverine in hand he dragged him to a cliff. He looked down -- pretty deep, but Wolverine would survive. He put him through worse.
He held him at the edge, "I know ya can hear me runt, ya ain't one hundred percent feral yet," his clenched fist around his opponent's neck, feeling the growl rise up in his rival's throat, " ya lucky the kid was right, but only this once I'll let ya live. Fight me when ya worthy -- then I'll make yer death glorious -- till then have a nice trip," He let go and watched the body fall till the runt's body became assimilated into forest below.
He sneered as he started to walk away, he saw the kid give out a sigh and lean up against a tree looking up at the sky.
Creed automatically went up to her, "Ya coulda controlled me kid, why didn't ya?" he looked down and questioned her.
She looked straight at him that made him back up a little. The look of anger he was used to, but simple confidence wasn't,"I ain't like ya 'Tooth, I keep ta my deals," her look still there, " I know ya," she pointed to her head, her conviction not faultering.
Creed didn't like what she was alluding to...