<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:  </strong>Logan / Wolverine<br/><strong>Origin: </strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jack Russel's Room<hr/><br/>Logan did not have the ability to slow time, but in combat, his mind and body worked in near perfect unison. He could take a punch, but why would he when the strike coming at him was so undisciplined, it would be an insult for that attack to even make contact. The shorter of the two was not graceful by a longshot, not like the Avenger himself, but all he needed to do was take a step back and three to the side to let the enraged red head going charging out the room and into the hall.<br/><br/><strong>"That's all you got bub?" </strong><br/>He taunted, a surge of disappointment mixing with the shot of adrenaline he had felt.<strong>"Don't aim for the face, it's how I make my living."</strong>Logan actually jested before lifting up his arms. If Jack wanted a brawl he was going to get it, there was no need for him to use some form of martial arts or even his claws if the guy had no actual aim behind all the power in his swing.<br/><br/>With both of them in the hall, Logan closed in tightly and opened up with a full punch rush combination, taunting him with a curl of the fingers of his left fist.