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Logan ([personal profile] adamantiumloner) wrote2005-04-01 09:48 pm
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Logan sat out on a white swinging bench hanging from the back porch of the mansion. His eyes were fixed out on the horizon watching as the sun set over the trees. The chain squeaked lightly as the bench swung back and forth and he began to doze off.

He was awaken by the sound of chopper blades slicing through the air on thier approach. His eyes snapped open and he looked out over the trees and saw the forms of helicopters caught in the moonlight. He snarled and moved to get up and then felt the cold steel of a gun muzzle pressed against his ear. "Hey there Wolverine...miss me? We sure missed you." He growled low and attacked. The movement was fast and fierce, his arm swinging around and claws extending in one swift motion. There was the sound of metal slicing coinciding or being followed quickly after with a sharp bang.

The porch swing crashed down on the porch with a loud bang and Logan fell out of it with a resounding thud. He got up snarling and whirling around and growled in annoyance when he saw the porch and sky empty. Straightening up Logan retracted his claws and grumbled in irritation as he tried to smooth down his raised neck hairs and looked at the mess he'd made of the porch swing.

[identity profile] adamantine-past.livejournal.com 2005-04-03 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't even need the claws. He thought about bringing them out just for the effect and extra aggression they helped him spend but he kept them in and just worked with fists and kicks. A challenge would have been better but when one was lacking numbers would suffice. And so he got a good workout fighting throughout the bar.

[identity profile] twisted-kit.livejournal.com 2005-04-03 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
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.