[ Logan lets him talk, sensing that the kid might have finally realised he's over-matched. He lets his claws snakt back into his arms and grasps the handle of the axe in his chest. Grits his teeth against the pain and tugs, hard. The weapon comes free with wet scraping noise as the metal edge grates over his sternum. Blood sheets down Logan's front.
He lets the axe fall to the ground and leans over a little, groaning and panting as blood splatters his boots. The burning ache of healing throbs across his chest. ]
Thanks for the welcome, kid. [ He looks up at Ivar. ] Can't say I want to repeat it.
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[ Logan lets him talk, sensing that the kid might have finally realised he's over-matched. He lets his claws snakt back into his arms and grasps the handle of the axe in his chest. Grits his teeth against the pain and tugs, hard. The weapon comes free with wet scraping noise as the metal edge grates over his sternum. Blood sheets down Logan's front.
He lets the axe fall to the ground and leans over a little, groaning and panting as blood splatters his boots. The burning ache of healing throbs across his chest. ]
Thanks for the welcome, kid. [ He looks up at Ivar. ] Can't say I want to repeat it.