Harlan Higgs and the Tower of Hashimoto

[Blink]

The man who was known as Sabretooth in a previous life growled as he wiped away blood from his stubbled face. He had to use a nearby bulkhead to lift himself up, leaning up against it as he popped his knee back in place. The pain shot up his spine for a moment, but it didn't take long for the bone to set itself back in place and begin to gradually heal. He had underestimated his prey and paid for it. Whoever this Harlan Higgs was, he clearly demanded more respect then the mutant had given him before. He promised himself that would not happen again.

Victor Creed kept his body tense as he walked from one office space to another. He kept his head on a swivel, looking around into every corner of the space. His claws remained jutting out from his fingertips. His nostrils flared as he sniffed out where the mobster was hiding. He couldn't detect anything, but he knew that he was there. He could feel the eyes on him. Mocking him. He did not like the sensation of being watched.

"Come on out, you pansy!" Creed shouted at the stillness. No response. He carefully stepped over a greenish corpse as he moved towards the exit to the office. He pushed the door open and stepped into an open corridor. A loud clanging sound drew his attention to the right. When stepped into the hall and turned, there was nothing there but a small black trash can rolling against the nearest wall. "So that's your game." Victor smirked. "Draw me one way, but..." Out of nowhere, he spun around and swiped a backhand. He found nothing.

"Too predictable!"

Creed spun around, back where he had initially been facing but now was face to face with Harlan Higgs. He received a punch to the face for being too gullible, followed by a second one from Harlan's off hand, sending him backwards. He stumbled back, but managed to keep himself upright by spinning around and planting his feet. He wiped his face with his knuckles, though no blood had been drawn this time. "Sneaky bastard."

"You're strong, but you're an idiot." Harlan dismissed.

Sabretooth put his hands up. One of them clenched into a fist, while the other remained open with claws extended. He growled a bit under his breath. "Maybe if you fight me like a man, I'll show you how little that matters." His breath seemed to quicken as his excitement rose. This was what he came here for. A real fight. The first competitive fight he had since he ended up in his God-forsaken place.

Harlan Higgs put his dukes up as well. There was nothing fancy by his fighting pose. He put his hands up as if he was preparing for a boxing match. Atop his bloodied knuckles was a shiny set of brass knuckles. That explained why his cheap shots had hurt so much. "Be careful what you wish for." Harlan warned.

Set-up for a one-on-one hallway fight. Had Harlan equip his knuckle dusters.