7' something man going flying, gonna be a lot of witnesses.

He's getting up, after he pulls this rebar from his guts, he'll be great.

/ fey. /; ngl I ended my event early to help with another old man logan events, but a old man victor event always sounds FIRE

He doesn't seem worried tossing it on the ground, he'll heal up fast. "...What's yer problem?"

"... Ain't even the worst thing I've healed from today. Get a barf bag. " As he moves onto picking glass out of his arms with a content hum.

"Ha... Just got pushed in front of a train." He'd give a sneering smirk before cracking his neck. "Little thing was feistier than I thought..."

"Tsk.. Trains? No...usually its other mutants. But, today its trains..." He'd crack his back standing fully. " X needs there lab rat back /mostly/ alive. "

"Tsk...Didn't know about Mutants? Whatever, I'm Sabretooth, or I GUESS I should say I'm Victor Creed. People are so formal these fuckin' days."

" Sarah Kinney? Mm... that sounds familiar too. You related to the Mini Logans?"

" Ahhh... Thats probably where you heard of me from; You've indirectly or maybe directly worked with weapons X."

" Psh... To bad, I liked working with those twisted minded fucks. Logan used to be soooo good at what he did. "

"Doc, you've got a screw loose. Look how it turned out? Ya know how many times that bratty lil pup has already saved more lives than you could EVER ruin. You made a damn good killer. " Twisted complement from a twisted man.

" Monsters make Heroes, but Heroes? They make monsters. "

CRASH— 7 foot of monster man landing on poor fish girl.

" Better get me with a few more. I take the rhino variety. "

" Come on, at least two more. " Pulling up his sleeve.

sniff sniff.

hard slap on the back, the closest Victor gets to reassuring.

Yeah, that's fair. Que the attempted smack to the head from the other hand, now, now hes fucking with him.

I'm the best at throwing birthday parties. 🎂