It was becoming a habit for Logan to keep his claws constantly free. It made some things difficult for him, as having six deadly sharp claws protruding from your arm meant being careful around your allies. One wrong move could mean the death of Ororo. So when the Shifter was on top of them, he'd become a little slower, stop healing, and have to ignore the pain that came with the claws piercing his flesh.

Annoying, but he was savoring it. The challenge. The thrill. Life or death.

Even with his senses deadened, he could still spot a good spot to hide. He called her over to join him.

"Wouldn't be worth it if it were easy, darling. Keep your head low."