The savage sounding and terribly macho snarl that rips from Logan's throat is briefly drowned out by the noise of the fighting ring when Charles slips, but the ragged tail end of it punctuates the silence before there's prim English emphasis, polite where there are no manners otherwise. Flashing claws arc through the air and then suddenly stop, noiselessly finding invisible repulsion.

There's another growl, and in general, Logan sounds a lot angrier, a lot keener, than the stoic silence and unwilling grunts of fighting a paid fight. His other arm comes around as if he might slash Erik from shoulder to pelvis, but repulsion cuts him short.

He gushes out an exhale, taking a step back, and never putting his claws away. A rather ugly smile courses across his face, then, as dark eyes commit this new Magneto's face and presence to memory.

"This is me calm," he says, voice low and gruff.