[Yeah, Gambit's picked up on Wolverine's annoyance. It's. Not slowing him down much.]
You changin' the rules of the game on me, homme?
[And he's got Sabertooth right where he wants him, by a pile of precariously stacked steel girders. He's perched up on the pile when he deliberately pauses long enough for Sabertooth to pounce, charges the girder beneath him, and bails out of the way, rolling when he hits the ground. Which is good, because that girder goes boom before the stack collapses, Sabertooth in tow.
And Gambit cracks his neck, grinning.]
'Cause I t'ink it might be a bit too late for changin' 'em.
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You changin' the rules of the game on me, homme?
[And he's got Sabertooth right where he wants him, by a pile of precariously stacked steel girders. He's perched up on the pile when he deliberately pauses long enough for Sabertooth to pounce, charges the girder beneath him, and bails out of the way, rolling when he hits the ground. Which is good, because that girder goes boom before the stack collapses, Sabertooth in tow.
And Gambit cracks his neck, grinning.]
'Cause I t'ink it might be a bit too late for changin' 'em.