02-11-2005, 02:46 AM
Logan had remained in his battle ready stance as his teammates carried out their assualt on their would be captors. The towering behemoths did not seem to have expected such resistance as the blows were enough to stun them temporarily as well as cause them to release Ms. Essex. He smirked inwardly at the scene before him. Not only had he not shown his hand, revealing none of his powers, but he had been able to witness his allies and opposition in combat, however brief it may have been. He instantly logged the battle sequence into memory, wanting to analyze the potential strengths and weaknesses of those in the struggle. But he would have to do so later. The present moment demanded his attention as he prepared for the counter attack that they were sure to recieve.
Fate, however, seemed to think other wise. Logan's eyes darted away from the giants as Ms. Essex drew his attention to a stranger in the alley, beckoning them towards him, obviously for a means of espace from their situation. The sight caused him to sneer. He hated to run from a fight. Such a feat was a sign of weakness, but most of all cowardince, something he had purified from his body and mind long ago. Yet, though he hated to do so, at times, even he would admit it was necessary.
Logan paused for a few moments to release a powerful force push in the Asgardians' direction. He did not expect it to have a great result or to even harm them, but he hoped that it would at least buy him and those destiny had allied him with a few extra moments to make their escape. The instant his attack was released he rushed with his teammates towards the stranger in the alley, hoping that his means of escape would buy them haven from their assaliants, however temporary it may be.
Fate, however, seemed to think other wise. Logan's eyes darted away from the giants as Ms. Essex drew his attention to a stranger in the alley, beckoning them towards him, obviously for a means of espace from their situation. The sight caused him to sneer. He hated to run from a fight. Such a feat was a sign of weakness, but most of all cowardince, something he had purified from his body and mind long ago. Yet, though he hated to do so, at times, even he would admit it was necessary.
Logan paused for a few moments to release a powerful force push in the Asgardians' direction. He did not expect it to have a great result or to even harm them, but he hoped that it would at least buy him and those destiny had allied him with a few extra moments to make their escape. The instant his attack was released he rushed with his teammates towards the stranger in the alley, hoping that his means of escape would buy them haven from their assaliants, however temporary it may be.