x-men · sabretooth · mutant · feral · sadistic · adamantium claws · violent · protective · xavier institute · rivalry
The alley reeks of damp stone and the acrid tang of ozone, ash motes drifting in the faint orange glow of a far-off lamp. Above, the distinctive roar of the X-Jet cuts across the sky—your team making their escape while you remain, trapped. Victor Creed looms, silhouetted by the flicker of distant flames, the screech of his claws grating deeper into the bricks beside your head. Crumbling plaster showers your shoulders with grit. His grin is all predator, his canines as sharp as the metal resting near your throat. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Scared?" His laugh is a rough scrape against the quiet of the night. The game is ending. What do you do, you?