With what seemed to him a near-herculean effort, the mutant struggled to his feet once more. The pain in his leg was lessening, and with focus, he was actually even able to move his right arm a little. Not enough to be of any significant use just yet, but it was reassuring to know that the damage wasn't as bad as he'd initially thought. His chest however...there was no pain yet, but breathing was becoming difficult. He'd lived through worse. He had to keep reminding himself of that. This was peanuts compared to some of the things he'd endured over his long life. Nothing. Now if only his body could be as convinced as his mind that this was the case...
Instead of worrying about how much he was probably going to hurt tomorrow, Logan turned his attention fully to Falis. At least now she was being less hostile, although he had to admit that he'd been pretty riled up, too. But whatever. They could tear chunks off each other all day tomorrow if necessary, or have it out at night to determine who was Ami's 'best buddy', but right now, she was still out there, and still a threat.
The mutant sensed something then, not something that might be noticed by an ordinary human, but it was there nonetheless. It wasn't a smell, or even a significant change in Falis' voice. It was something...less tangible than that. But there was something there, under Falis' skin, that reminded him of himself. An internal war...or something far sinister. But again, this was not the time for such thoughts. Instead, he let them slip from his mind even as he moved over to where she stood. "Yer sword ain' gonna do much goo', an' there def'nitely ain' no poin' in bustin' yerself up unless ya go' no other choice. I go' a bi' o' figh' lef' in me...an' we sure as hell ain' gonna le' our frien' keep runnin; aroun' pullin' tricks like this anymore, are we?" He attempted a half-arsed smile which spread across his face as more of a pained grimace, so he quickly let it drop. The Canadian took two steps back, braced himself as best he could on his weaker left leg, and kicked with all of his remaining strength at the spot in front of his new companion. Then he kicked again. And again, teeth gritted and bared, a low growl of frustration just beginning to rumble to the surface.
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Instead of worrying about how much he was probably going to hurt tomorrow, Logan turned his attention fully to Falis. At least now she was being less hostile, although he had to admit that he'd been pretty riled up, too. But whatever. They could tear chunks off each other all day tomorrow if necessary, or have it out at night to determine who was Ami's 'best buddy', but right now, she was still out there, and still a threat.
The mutant sensed something then, not something that might be noticed by an ordinary human, but it was there nonetheless. It wasn't a smell, or even a significant change in Falis' voice. It was something...less tangible than that. But there was something there, under Falis' skin, that reminded him of himself. An internal war...or something far sinister. But again, this was not the time for such thoughts. Instead, he let them slip from his mind even as he moved over to where she stood. "Yer sword ain' gonna do much goo', an' there def'nitely ain' no poin' in bustin' yerself up unless ya go' no other choice. I go' a bi' o' figh' lef' in me...an' we sure as hell ain' gonna le' our frien' keep runnin; aroun' pullin' tricks like this anymore, are we?" He attempted a half-arsed smile which spread across his face as more of a pained grimace, so he quickly let it drop. The Canadian took two steps back, braced himself as best he could on his weaker left leg, and kicked with all of his remaining strength at the spot in front of his new companion. Then he kicked again. And again, teeth gritted and bared, a low growl of frustration just beginning to rumble to the surface.