The putrid stench of his own burned flesh clogs his nostrils, but it doesn’t force him to look away. His gaze is locked on a target, and won’t be shifting without his permission, relying on the glare he pins Ky with in addition to the hunched stance he takes to communicate what severed vocal cords can’t until the regenerative process restores them. The runt was engaged by the half-breed’s quick thinking, though he only had himself to blame; a trap had been set and Logan had been caught by it, receiving a blast of heat and bathe in fire for his troubles.
it was far more than simply a trap; it was a plan laid out specifically for the one who triggered it. so easy it had been to say the right words, at the right time, and obviously in the right manner. anything less would have derailed his plan to turn the wolverine crispy. still, this little spat wasn’t over yet; not until the other learned their place… or ky could no longer find himself in a winning position. “you look better this way,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, and yet there was a touch of seriousness in it as well. “much better.” his lips pursed for a few moments. “i wonder how good you’ll look in my grandfather’s realm – like this until the end of days.”
Hellfirebound 