The bar window broke, exposing the combatants and the establishment's fleeing patrons to the cold night air.
Logan barely noticed; one didn't survive in the Canadian wilderness for as long as he had without developing
resistance to the cold.
Unfortunately, his assailant was similarly protected against the elements by experience.
Victor Creed stepped over the window, not even sparing a glance for the shards of broken glass that sliced through fur coat and skin.
The cuts healed over almost as soon as they formed, and Logan grimaced in disappointment.
Sabretooth grinned predatorily, his fang-like canines glistening with saliva. "Make a wish, birthday boy," he snarled, grabbing his crotch lewdly. "Time t'blow out yer candle."
"Any candle you put near my goddamn mouth, ya fuckin' pervert, is gonna be drawn back a bloody stump!" the smaller man spat back. With a
and the glitter of metal in the wintry moonlight, he leapt backwards into the darkened alleyways, away from any innocent bystanders who could be caught in the crossfire of their skirmish.
fully expecting Sabretooth to follow him, hoping that he didn't decide to grab a bystander and play the hostage game...
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