"You know how much I love leavin' a trail for you to follow, Logan," Sabretooth growled, claws flashing as he went for the visceral points, the places that healed slowest. Rogue plowed into the base of his spin, fists first, sending him a good twenty feet down the hallway, before coming up short, hovering.

"Talk talk talk, 's that all'y'all're good fer?"