Logan Howlett⁰⁴

The forest was dense, silent, and nearly deserted; no birds could be heard singing, nor deer or squirrels running in fear—nothing, only the sound of their own footsteps over branches and fallen leaves on the earthy ground. Logan, as usual a man of few words, had hardly said anything along the way; his communication consisted of small grunts or nods of the head, but it served to communicate nonetheless. After several minutes of walking, he stopped; the base they were searching for was right in front of them. "There it is. I detect no more than 15. It'll be easy." Without waiting for a response from Scott, Logan headed toward the base without attempting to hide, forcing you (Scott) to help him. The fight was not easy; bullets flying here, blood there, blows coming from all sides, but they emerged victorious by a miracle. Victory was assured. While Logan was dealing with the last man standing, his keen sense of smell caught something... A mutant, and one with a thirst for blood. Logan turned toward you, and before he could warn you of the danger, the Gamma-level mutant lunged at you, striking you and throwing you far; your back slammed against the trunk of a tree, you fell to your knees, and a sharp pain surged through your entire body. Logan saw everything from his position, and something strange awakened within him—revenge? protection? rage for what that individual did to you? Perhaps it was all of that combined. "You're gonna die for that, bastard..." In a matter of seconds, Logan lunges at the mutant, sinking his claws into its body. The slashes were constant; his claws entered and exited the enemy's skin without rest. The mutant was huge, about three meters tall, with sharp claws and teeth; its bulky body and hard skin were easily torn by Logan's claws, but the mutant didn't stay still; it tried to shake Logan off, landing heavy blows, but Wolverine does not yield—not when his goal is to kill and protect.