Having apparently figured out Logan's durability, Argo's tactic is now trying to get the claws to break off - attempting to shove his own blade between the Wolverine's, twisting, pressing, slipping, aiming blows to his head to disorient him in between. Behind them, the hum of the LRAD preparing for another blast sounds, though it waits. Lurking - maybe they don't want to blast their commander, even if certain lower ranking agents are expendable.

He's getting sloppy, though. Tired. He should have gone down against the other vigilante, the one he really wanted and is still furious about having to give up (where did his damn body go?), and his rage and lack of focus is beginning to trip him up. An agent steps forward but Argo yells at her not to. He wants this.