Bluff (Logan & Daken)

[Rift]

Wolverine's rush had cost him, Daken's simple sidestep causing Logan to move a few paces past his intended target. He paid for the mistake with more pain, the youth's claws tearing flesh and muscle, digging deep enough to glance off the adamantium laced bones beneath. Somewhere deep inside his mind, Logan wanted answers, wanted to know the truth about who the young man was and whether he was telling the truth or wrapped up in a lie that even he chose to believe. But the animal within had no such desire for answers. It wanted to deal out pain tenfold what it had endured, so while Logan may have looked upon the man and seen similarities to his own visage, the Wolverine just wanted to tear that face off.


Snarling, Wolverine spun on his heels and slashed towards Daken's face with his right swipe and attempted to run the claws on his left hand into his stomach. Whether his blows would find their marks or not was yet to be seen, but the Wolverine was pleased to be able to let loose. He'd been so on edge, so concerned about causing the X-Men more concern, so worried that he'd reinforce the notion that he was nothing but a cold-blooded killer that he hadn't been himself. Ever since his return following the defeat of Apocalypse, he'd been denying what he was and now this man, long lost son or no, had managed to give him the excuse he needed to be himself once more.

[Gummy]

Daken laughed as Logan skidded past him. He was already turning as they came at each other. Logan's right missed but the left made contact. As he was still moving sideways the blow went into his stomach and pulled across. The rage sounded from him as he felt the same pain his own mother must have felt. It wasn't as deep and it was healing already but now it was his turn. He moved swinging his own blades out to collide once more with Logan's and tried to force the old man's hands outwards at the same time trying to headbutt him.

The blood spilled from his wound making his ragged shirt start to turn red. His next move was more agile as he used his spin to propel him towards a wall. He knew a few more blows like he had had would leave him out but he hoped he had a little more time to enjoy sparing. His own throat let out its own growl turning into a raw. Both were seeing red.

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Meanwhile at the Mansion Kurt had just finished showering and went to check on Logan. He had been worried about his friend even more so since Logan had returned. Looking into Logan's room Kurt found it vacant. He searched in the kitchen, workout and then headed to the danger room but no sign of him. After enquiring with a few people he decided to get his Bamfs involved in the search and they soon vanished from sight. It didn't take long for one to get back and the news shocked him. He was soon running to find at least someone for backup. The only problem was it was Rogue..... He was worried about her new vampiric friend too. Two short Bamfs and he found her.

"Sorry to disturb, Logan.... he's fighting again. I need your help please?"

[aquarius]

Jubilee's role at the mansion had changed quite significantly in the past few months. No longer able to be active in the day in any significant or reliable manner, she'd fallen back on helping out with a lot of the day-to-day admin of keeping the mansion running. It wasn't much, typically checking emails, replying to some, forwarding others on to the senior figures of the teams. Most of the time, she was just left aimless with no real work to keep herself busy with.

That left her forced to focus on the unpleasant absence of two of the people that meant the most to her. She wasn't very good at meditation, but Jubilee had been doing her best to keep her mind off both missing friends, and the endless thirst that had become part of her existence.

With her concentration disrupted by a familiar sound, she opened one eye to see Kurt appearing along with another familiar 'paf'. She said nothing at first, but once he had spoken she bounded up from her lotus position to her feet in one swift motion.

"He's back?! When? Where? Who's he fighting? Get me there, NOW!"

A swift motion and her familiar yellow longcoat had been scooped up and donned near instantly. If she was going to finally reunite with Logan then it'd be wearing what had become basically her official uniform. Doubly so if he needed help in a fight. That made it a matter of pride for the X-Men, and she wouldn't let her family down...

[Rift]

The scent of drawn blood filled the air and seemed to push the Wolverine forward, the anger driving him to want to spill even more from the young man, to gut him and keep on slashing until there was nothing left. His opportunity to do so however was interrupted as his claws were pushed aside, scraping loudly against Daken's own. Then stars filled his vision as more pain raced through his head.

Logan stepped back, staggered from the headbutt, the hit hard enough to shatter his nose and elicit the slightest ting of metal from his adamantium laced skull. Even as his nose began to knit itself back together, he was attacking yet again, blood-tinged spittle flying from his bared teeth.

Dropping low and spinning on his heels to try and slash Daken's legs out from under him. Not even stopping to check if the attempts landed or not, he jumped upwards and for a split second stabbed into the ceiling to give himself momentary high ground only to almost immediately drop in hopes of bringing his knee down onto the kid's collarbone. Despite being enraged, it was clear he still maintained some higher functions, his combat skills still at play. Much more damage though and the animal was sure to take complete hold....

[Gummy]

Daken felt their claws collide and he metal grind together. It didn't matter if he broke because this monster deserved every bit of it. When Logan went for his legs Daken used the momentum to move to the wall and run up and around Logan. It was this time Logan had jumped up to spear into the ceiling. Daken had moved further out of the way as Logan moved down towards him. Swinging his arms a little too heavily he grabbed hold of a nearby pole and pulled it out of the wall. He then started to use it on Logan by swinging wildly at him. It didn't matter if he was knocked out of the way what mattered was the knee which was aimed at Logan's stomach.

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Kurt sighed at Jubilee and a Bamf jumped onto his shoulder as he answered her questions.

"Ja, couple of days, not far. A boy with Mowhawk. Ja"

He touched her gently and in a quick Bamf they reappeared to a blood bath. Kurt blinked as he assessed the situation not really sure who to get away first. He could quite easily get to both of them but the trouble would be getting past claws! Both had claws!

"You separate them I get Logan?"

[aquarius]

A few days? He'd been back that long and nobody had told her?! Were people really that worried about her now she was a vampire that she was that ostracised? There would have to be some serious words with someone senior later on, hopefully the Professor was around and not too busy. This wasn't the kind of thing that was really Cyclops' area of expertise, after all.

'A boy with a mohawk' though? It didn't immediately match any description she knew, other than a tenuous possibility of one or two people that Kurt would surely have known well enough to name. As such, Jubilee waited (im)patiently for the familiar *bamf* and sudden change of scenery. Whilst she didn't recognise the person that Logan was fighting, it wasn't hard to work out they were clearly related. Claws, apparently a healing factor, and more than a passing resemblance to the X-Man. Still, that was something to ask about later, for now Jubilee was going to get straight to work.

Not even pausing to acknowledge Kurt's direction, she instead stepped forwards, both hands raised and channelling a full power stream of energy directly at this guy's chest, just enough of it spilling upwards slightly that it'd still affect his eyesight as well as send him flying backwards if it connected. Probably the same sort of powers as Logan meant the same tactics from sparring with him would probably work as well.

"Back off, creep!"

Naturally, the scent of blood was all over the place and was not the easiest thing to ignore. It probably wouldn't be long before her undead nature would become evident to their eyes as well as their enhanced noses. For now though, she moved forwards past Logan, to block this other guy from being able to reach him again without going through her.

[Rift]

Daken's knee found its mark, slamming into Logan's stomach. A strangled cough escaped Logan's throat as the air was knocked from his lungs. What little bit of control Logan may have been exerting vanished in an instant. Lips curled back to reveal his sharper than average canine teeth and a growl that sounded like something out of a nature documentary erupted.

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He was prepared to once more launch himself at the boy, every ounce of his being screaming at him to drive his claws into him, to rip and tear away the outside until he reached the soft innards. At the last moment however there was a sound, the familiar BAMF! of Nightcrawler arriving on the scene. Through the faint scent of sulfur he caught another familiar smell, one of perfume and shampoo followed by a hint of what he could only think of as what static would smell like if it had a scent. The bright flash confirmed it, Jubilee was on scene and engaging with the animal that claimed it was his son.

That realization nearly snapped him back to himself, but neither Kurt nor Jubilee knew what they were dealing with. The boy, whether his or not, fought like him and shared his mean streak.

Growling through gritted teeth he snapped, "OUT OF THE WAY! DANGEROUS!"

[Gummy]

Daken didn't growl as he didn't need to. He went to carry on fighting Logan swinging at him while spitting out a date.

"1946!"

Maybe that would sink into the dense man in front of him. Just as he was swinging another strike to hopefully slice Logan open some more a girl moved between them and shot sparks. He felt himself fly backwards hitting a wall and his body was nearly carried over it were it not for him holding on with fingers and then claws. His legs dangled and he was temporarily blinded but he tried to pull himself back up.

While Daken was distracted he moved to stand behind Logan.

"Nein, mein Freund. We are going home. Jubilee?"

Kurt tried to keep out of range of the rage. The best he could do was separate the fighting pair. He spoke again to Logan.

"What happened in 1946?"

Daken was gradually making headway on pulling himself back up from falling off the edge. Kurt looked up and teleported Logan up a floor. At least it would give the fighting pair chance to be separated. Give them time to think clearer. The teleport was definitely NOT the smoothest considering the short distance.

[aquarius]

Direct hit! Woohoo! She'd not gotten into a real fight for a long time, not even in the Danger Room. Not since before her death, and she realised just how much she'd missed it. This was something she'd worry about later, since she'd never enjoyed it beforehand, but the bloodlust she dealt with constantly could at least be sated a little bit this way, which was a lot better than the alternative method.

As the Wolverine wannabe went flying, Jubilee's energy stream was paused when she heard Kurt's words. That had been why they were there, after all. To get Logan to safety. She'd gotten them enough time for Kurt to Bamf them out of there, if that was all she needed to do then she'd be only too happy to get back to the mansion and start the process of catching up with the man who'd been as good as a father to her and away for quite literally a lifetime.

Moving backwards while keeping her eyes on Daken, ready to blast him again if he looked like he would be coming at them again before their departure, she headed towards Logan and Kurt, soon within arm's reach of the both of them and ready for Nightcrawler to do what he was the best at.