The bodies piled on the ground, crimson pouring from their wounds while the leader of the mission slowly faded with a gargle of his own blood. It was a horrific sight, so much so that the men running up the stairs rushed in their pace not only to find the girl but to escape the attack. Two weren't as fast, firing bullets at Logan who didn't seem phased by their guns. They screamed and attempted to escape, yet were torn down just as easily as the others.<br/><br/>Faster than his two partners, the third rushed the door seconds after Nova managed to slam and lock it. His bulky form crashed into the weak wood, easily shattering cracks through it with his attempt to break in. While the screams of the two shook his body in silent fear, he rose his elbow to smash it through the window in a quick motion caused by pure adrenaline. Get the girl, and possibly use her as a shield. Use her as a weapon, that was all that she was. It was all he could think of while manically crashing his protected arms through the glass to create a path into the room.<br/><br/>Nova retreated into the bathroom of the crappy motel room she had rented, heart racing to the sounds of gunshots and both screams of horror and.. rage? Her mind focused on the man, the one with the blades that had grew from his hands. Who, and what was he? The crash of the window sent her to jump and cower against the wall beside the door, the intruder sounded so close yet so did the screams of the other two men as they died horribly outside of her room.