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The stranger’s triumphs over all pretenders has no effect. Logan was poised to scrapping, regardless if victory was assured or not. If he went down, he’d rise again, hours, days or even months later. Even hell couldn’t keep him contained, and he made the devil well aware of that fact.

“Gonna do much more’n try, boy!” Throwing his arms sideways, fingers grasping at invisible levers fastened to fists as his claws were unsheathed, long blades of bone cast in unbreakable adamantium and tapered to deadly points that emerged with an audible snikt.

The second they emerge, Logan was on the move, taking a few quick steps forward to build speed as he then lunged at Ky, claws first. Unless agility was on his side, the stranger would end up skewered.

_{now, this was interesting; someone with metal claws. he’d managed to read a few things here and there, but nothing that really stuck his attention. after-all, ky didn’t care for most things these days – not when he could end up stuck in his father’s realm for what could feel like an eternity for a simple indiscretion.}

_{however, for the moment, ky didn’t have time to think over multiple options for this little spat. no, he chose to do what came naturally, and that wasn’t moving out of the way; no, that was standing right where he was as he shifted.} 

_{ky’lar was going to meet logan with spikes and all. that way, he wouldn’t just have an even playing filed, but rather, he’d have – in his mind – an assured advantage over the other. after-all, if logan wanted a fight? he would give it…by tapping into the one part of himself he was trying to desperately to control, but neglected to even try at this moment in time.}