Logan had intended to choke the life out of the Elite with every last ounce of strength he had. Letting go was probably the healthiest thing he could do. But at the same time, his metal bones would be the ideal conductor to fry this Elite even more than Ororo's bolts of lightning would normally do, especially if it was targeted somewhere vital. Logan dug his claws into the cultist's back, aiming for the heart.

"Do it!"

He braced himself for the inevitable.