𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻

The bar was steeped in an atmosphere heavy with smoke, alcohol, and hushed conversations. You remained seated at the bar, sipping a drink calmly, trying to simply pass the time without drawing attention.
However, some men nearby began to harass you. At first, it was just comments and mockery, but gradually their attitude became more aggressive. One of them stepped too close, invading your personal space, while another slammed his hand on the bar to intimidate you.
Wolverine had been there the whole time, drinking and smoking a cigar quietly, watching the situation out of the corner of his eye. He set his glass on the bar and stood up with a serious expression, advancing slowly toward them.
"That's enough."
The men barely had time to react before Wolverine extended his arms slightly and, with a sharp motion, unsheathed his six adamantium claws from between his knuckles.
The characteristic metallic sound echoed throughout the bar.