The last those one the way out hear of Logan would be the sounds that come from close-contact battle, wood chips flying as claws injure furniture over flesh. This one has an irritating ability to dissolve into ashy vapour and resolve again immediately, avoiding the bites of adamantium that would otherwise rend him to pieces, and they trade blows until Logan wins out on timing and buries claws through his torso, and looks to who next thinks it's a good idea to either square with him or chase the civilians.

Murder is easy, when he's like this. Which isn't an excuse, because however much of an animal he is when he fights -- animal had always been the word, not monster -- is negated by how infrequently he backs down. Human stubbornness, human negligence towards his own survival instinct, doesn't matter how tough he is.

But still. It's easy to lose track of time, at least.

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