[Well, that was... odd. He's not sure he likes it, but it does help. What doesn't help is that while fighting the guy with the swords, he's gone into a bit of a berserk mode. Mowing down anyone else who got too close. He's loud, he's angry, and he's fighting this ranked guy with power.]
[Isn't it nice to have this big neanderthal around once in a while? You know, for distraction. Sorry dear, leaving you to open up doors. Logan is going to make a mess of anyone who is dumb enough to come at him.]
[Those two guys that just skidded across the floor to her feet? They got thrown there from outside. Neither of them awake anymore, but alive.]
[The man with the swords? He's a damn good fight. A challenge he likes. Though it reminds him of Japan. Of the battle at her home. Taking out that jack ass was hard but manageable. There was a trick that let him get closer in that fight...]
[This was different. Two swords. Sabers it seemed. But like the other battle, this had the same trick. With a spin slash he broke one sword in half, the other coming right in for his chest. The two paused as the sword sank in, deep into his chest and out his back. There goes the costume. Blood seeped through and he growled, grinning up at him like this.]
That tickled. [His grin was sharp, manic. He started pushing forward on the sword, getting in real close and shoving two sets of claws into the startled mans chest, returning the feel.] How's it for you?
[He huffed, and as the man slumped, his claws retracted. The man dropped and he stood there, panting, sword sticking out of him still. Reaching for it he pulled it out with a sharp long, low growl, and threw it to the side. Several men stopped in their tracks, watching him like he was a demon. Bending down he grabbed up the swordsmen Navy coat and swung it around. He didn't care if he got blood on it. This was his trophy.]
[Someone got the idea that a pistol was the idea and shot at him and missed. He was taking a moment to regenerate. Sadly it was... slower. Much slower. The bleeding hadn't even stopped yet. Crap. Another shot came through and he growled, looking for a new target.]
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[Isn't it nice to have this big neanderthal around once in a while? You know, for distraction. Sorry dear, leaving you to open up doors. Logan is going to make a mess of anyone who is dumb enough to come at him.]
[Those two guys that just skidded across the floor to her feet? They got thrown there from outside. Neither of them awake anymore, but alive.]
[The man with the swords? He's a damn good fight. A challenge he likes. Though it reminds him of Japan. Of the battle at her home. Taking out that jack ass was hard but manageable. There was a trick that let him get closer in that fight...]
[This was different. Two swords. Sabers it seemed. But like the other battle, this had the same trick. With a spin slash he broke one sword in half, the other coming right in for his chest. The two paused as the sword sank in, deep into his chest and out his back. There goes the costume. Blood seeped through and he growled, grinning up at him like this.]
That tickled. [His grin was sharp, manic. He started pushing forward on the sword, getting in real close and shoving two sets of claws into the startled mans chest, returning the feel.] How's it for you?
[He huffed, and as the man slumped, his claws retracted. The man dropped and he stood there, panting, sword sticking out of him still. Reaching for it he pulled it out with a sharp long, low growl, and threw it to the side. Several men stopped in their tracks, watching him like he was a demon. Bending down he grabbed up the swordsmen Navy coat and swung it around. He didn't care if he got blood on it. This was his trophy.]
[Someone got the idea that a pistol was the idea and shot at him and missed. He was taking a moment to regenerate. Sadly it was... slower. Much slower. The bleeding hadn't even stopped yet. Crap. Another shot came through and he growled, looking for a new target.]
[He'd lost track of Chandra.]