Post by sabertooth on May 13, 2010 13:09:57 GMT -6
He felt the bird in his hand twitch and squirm trying to wriggle free as he tightened his grip on its wing, closing his fingers and beginning to squeeze the bones together. The agents would be here soon he could hear their choppers in the air, the sound carrying on the breeze that flowed through the trees in the wilderness. He lifted the owl up so he could look into its eyes, smiling, his sharp toothed smile as the look of fear flashed across its gaze.
Something began to change, the wing lenghtened, thickened...began to extend outwards, the bone reforming, the whole owl beginning to take on a more human shape as the young woman took control of her owl forms fear and shifted herself back into human form. Creed could only grin and chuckle quietly as he was left standing there with the naked Summers girl dangling in the air infront of him, his hand closed round her now newly formed wrist.
"Sorry, don't think I'm your type"
The kick was swift and hard, but a little off balance due to the lack of anything to push off from. It caught him across the side of the face, tilting his head to one side, the bruise forming quickly, undergoing the transition back to normal coloured skin in a few moment. Bright red from her barefoot slapping against him gave way to deep blue, lightening to green, to a dirty yellow untill it had faded completely.
Still chuckling he grabbed for her other hand, forcing it over her head with the otherone as he spun and slammed her against a tree, the claws of one hand pinning both her arms above her head. He leant in close, the hair from face tickling across her skin as he breathed in deep, taking in her scent, memorising it, learning all he could from it. Viktor leant back, his free hand coming up, the gleeming nail of his index finger trailing down Shila's cheek, lightly tracing the outline of the veins and arteries in her neck.
"Just one nick girl...just one...and you'd bleed out in moments gargling on your own blood..."
He smiled as he applied a little more pressure. He could hear them already, even over the sound of her beating heart. The footfalls in the snow, the steady breathing of trained men and the smell of gun oil and well maintained equipement. He didn't even need to turn his head to see that the barrels of their weapons were all pointed at him and the safeties had been clicked off, or to see the red target dots lighting up his back.
He leant in close to her, ignoring the shouts from the men that emerged from the trees around them,
"Remember girlie...this isn't over"
He reared back, his hand leaving her throat, claws extended, thrusting forwards as the order to open fire was issued. The sound of gunfire roared through the trees as they opened fire, ripping through the back of his coat, and tearing up his flesh underneath, they're rounds designed to cause maximum damage with minimum penetration, overwhelming his healing factor through pain and blood loss long enough to contain him. His eyes stayed locked with Shila's as his body jerked and twitched, his claws buried not in her, but the wood of the tree by the side of her throat, his grip loosening on her arms above her head as his eye lids grew heavy and drooped, his body going limp, the shock pushing him into unconciousness.
Sabertooth toppled sideways, men quickly moving in to secure the downed mutant, one running forward and throwing a long coat round Shila...
Something began to change, the wing lenghtened, thickened...began to extend outwards, the bone reforming, the whole owl beginning to take on a more human shape as the young woman took control of her owl forms fear and shifted herself back into human form. Creed could only grin and chuckle quietly as he was left standing there with the naked Summers girl dangling in the air infront of him, his hand closed round her now newly formed wrist.
"Sorry, don't think I'm your type"
The kick was swift and hard, but a little off balance due to the lack of anything to push off from. It caught him across the side of the face, tilting his head to one side, the bruise forming quickly, undergoing the transition back to normal coloured skin in a few moment. Bright red from her barefoot slapping against him gave way to deep blue, lightening to green, to a dirty yellow untill it had faded completely.
Still chuckling he grabbed for her other hand, forcing it over her head with the otherone as he spun and slammed her against a tree, the claws of one hand pinning both her arms above her head. He leant in close, the hair from face tickling across her skin as he breathed in deep, taking in her scent, memorising it, learning all he could from it. Viktor leant back, his free hand coming up, the gleeming nail of his index finger trailing down Shila's cheek, lightly tracing the outline of the veins and arteries in her neck.
"Just one nick girl...just one...and you'd bleed out in moments gargling on your own blood..."
He smiled as he applied a little more pressure. He could hear them already, even over the sound of her beating heart. The footfalls in the snow, the steady breathing of trained men and the smell of gun oil and well maintained equipement. He didn't even need to turn his head to see that the barrels of their weapons were all pointed at him and the safeties had been clicked off, or to see the red target dots lighting up his back.
He leant in close to her, ignoring the shouts from the men that emerged from the trees around them,
"Remember girlie...this isn't over"
He reared back, his hand leaving her throat, claws extended, thrusting forwards as the order to open fire was issued. The sound of gunfire roared through the trees as they opened fire, ripping through the back of his coat, and tearing up his flesh underneath, they're rounds designed to cause maximum damage with minimum penetration, overwhelming his healing factor through pain and blood loss long enough to contain him. His eyes stayed locked with Shila's as his body jerked and twitched, his claws buried not in her, but the wood of the tree by the side of her throat, his grip loosening on her arms above her head as his eye lids grew heavy and drooped, his body going limp, the shock pushing him into unconciousness.
Sabertooth toppled sideways, men quickly moving in to secure the downed mutant, one running forward and throwing a long coat round Shila...
