"I gotta pole you can touch," he countered with a smirk. "I'll even heal up from the pain."

He watched her weird version of a square dance as he dodged her whip-cracking good time. Sabertooth was getting a little tired of assessing what she could do. She looked to be armed with the burny-burny. He decided he could heal well enough from it.

Though he waited for a moment to pick up on her move pattern. Not that he headed it much when he decided to charge. He bent low to the ground and used his hands to help pull him along the ground as quickly as possible. She hit with sizzling strikes of her whirling whip and blades of pyroplasm, but Sabertooth kept coming for her.