For the moment, Logan's mind was gone. It was almost a meditative state rather than a feral one however, one channelled through years of training. His movements were methodical, his body focusing on the singular task of breaking through the ice. The low growl remained, but it, too, served to focus him rather than give rise to his rage. He listened to Falis, but her voice came through as if in a dream, distant, near-whispering, as if it was almost just a voice in his head.

Suddenly, he was through. Not fully having comprehended Falis' intentions through her words, he was startled back into reality as she dived through the gap he'd created before he'd even realised it was there. She was crazy, he was sre of it. Crazy, but determined. That sounded familiar. A cynical smile crept unbidden and unconsciously across the mutant's lips, before he remembered what they had to do. Another three swift, solid kicks, and the hole was wide enough for his stocky frame...just. Squeezing through, he instantly caught sight of swift movement through the mist. Not enough to pinpoint her but...as soon as Falis opened her mouth, he knew both where she was and what she was doing. That sword...he hoped she knew how to use it properly. One mistake...if Ami went down...he doubted he'd have any control over his actions from that point on.

Now he really hoped Falis knew what she was doing.