[at the lower landing he had one man pinned to the wall, growling at him with a sneer. There was one man, cowering back, leg bleeding, and pistol shaking, pointed at Logan. By time Chandra got there, the troops coming up to investigate were down to there three men. One she was standing on. One shaking and holding the pistol. And the one Logan held.]
[His attention was on this one, strongly though.] This is one o' em... [he hissed as he heard the woman coming up calmly to them. The guy with the pistol turned it to her, shaking. He had three long gashes down his leg, and bleeding out. Pale. He wouldn't last long anyhow.]
[Logan's fist was in the mans gut, and blood was seeping through his navy uniform. He recognized his smell, and he knows what he did. He won't explain, but he's holding him there, in the wall, watchful]
I almost want to ask, if you can keep him alive like this. [snarled] So he remembers me.
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[His attention was on this one, strongly though.] This is one o' em... [he hissed as he heard the woman coming up calmly to them. The guy with the pistol turned it to her, shaking. He had three long gashes down his leg, and bleeding out. Pale. He wouldn't last long anyhow.]
[Logan's fist was in the mans gut, and blood was seeping through his navy uniform. He recognized his smell, and he knows what he did. He won't explain, but he's holding him there, in the wall, watchful]
I almost want to ask, if you can keep him alive like this. [snarled] So he remembers me.