The ice attack caught Logan square in the chest, freezing it solid and throwing him on his back. But still, it didn't stop him. It didn't burn yet, but again, he knew it would. Besides, he still had one am and a leg-and-a-half, so he wasn't prepared to stop yet. It took him longer to get to his feet this time, but his sheer force of will drove him ever onward.

Without wasting another second, the mutant punched again, this time smashing the shaft of ice to pieces. Wasting no further time, the mutant shimmied sideways through the narrow gap, just in time to see Falis swing her blade...and stop short. He barely registered Falis' outcry, before launching one of his own at her. "Wha' tha hell ya doin' kid?!? Tha's a frien' o' mine! Can'cha see she's outta her min'?!? Ain' no reason ta kill her! Watcha sel', or I take you down firs'!" He was angry, not feral angry, but very defensive all the same. This was what he was trying to prevent, dammit!