And somehow Kit found herself at Logan's back as the crowd only seemed to grow larger. She laughed at the sheer joy of fighting again. nOt the tame, danger room runs or the gentle sparring but truly fighting. Even if she was doing it one handed and using her feet more than her knife.

Eventually the crowd thinned, then dissapeared as those slow thinkers finally ran away. Kit leaned against Logan's back and chuckled, catching her breath.