[ Logan finds himself catching glimpses of Carver as he fights, admiring the efficiency of the man's movements. Even swinging that heavy sword, it looks natural, like an extension of his body. This is clearly a man who has been fighting for most of his life.
He grunts at Carver's comment, dredging up the ability to speak from the faint red haze of battle fury as he pulls a spider apart with his hands. ]
Maybe they just like you. [ He throws the spider's body at one of its friends, knocking it out of the branches above to be cut in two as it falls with a slice of his claws. Another darts in; he pins it to the ground with a snarl. The spiders are beginning to hang back a little, apparently aware that they're facing formidable enemies. ]
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He grunts at Carver's comment, dredging up the ability to speak from the faint red haze of battle fury as he pulls a spider apart with his hands. ]
Maybe they just like you. [ He throws the spider's body at one of its friends, knocking it out of the branches above to be cut in two as it falls with a slice of his claws. Another darts in; he pins it to the ground with a snarl. The spiders are beginning to hang back a little, apparently aware that they're facing formidable enemies. ]