It was enough time for Logan to recover. He could smell new blood in the air- Ororo's. When the Elite hit the ground, Logan pounced, driving his claws into the winged man's chest, over and over. It was a bloody mess but even though he had been tearing away at this cultist, he was thrown off yet again, now coated in blood, and apparently having only pissed his enemy off.

"Great. It's the damn Juggernaut of cultists."