<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11/113509/3903977-8245127366-wolve.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Westchester, New York, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Black undershirt, Boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danger Room Team<br/><hr/>Now was not the time to be thinking of petty revenges against students. Later he would come up with a detention worthy of  his anger. Something involving mowing the grass of the whole property with a hand powered lawn mower. Cleaning the Horse Stables the day after he fed them Broccoli. Anyways, he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. He broke out into a jog, eyes quickly assessing the situation. The Sentinels were concentrating on the students attacking them, as Shit-For-Brains tried to shoot something at one of them. It was a nice thought, he thought, but it wasn't likely to work. Sentinels weren't easy to kill.<br/><br/>He found one that was stopped between a pair of run down buildings, trying to lock onto one of the mutants to shoot it's beam. It hadn't located Logan just yet, and that was how he intended for it to be a for a while yet. The wall of one of the buildings facing him was a pile of rubble. He moved over to the pile of rubble, climbing to the top  and powering a jump up onto the Second floor. From there, his jog turned into a full sprint, running towards the Sentinel which he couldn't see on the other side of a concrete wall.<br/><br/>With a roar, he felt an anger surge through his body. This was for Jean. This was for Mariko, and for all the others that he had loved and lost. And this was for none of them. Summoning the anger to fuel his fighting ability was a lot easier than controlling it. He jumped into the wall, feeling the old construct crumble around him and he came out the other side, a few bruises and cuts that quickly disappeared. His roar caught the attention of the Sentinel, just as it was turning to face him. He landed on the thing, planting his claws high in it's chest. The impact of the heavy mutant, coupled with the crumbling wall landing on it caused the sentinel to stumble back a few steps before it caught itself on the opposite building.<br/><br/>Logan was already on the move, scaling the six-meter-tall hunk of metal, slashing his claws through the Sentinel's neck with his right hand, his left slashing across the robot's 'eyes', or heat and motion sensors. He then pulled himself onto the shoulders of the Sentinel, planting the claws of his left hand into the base of it's neck, short-circuiting the commands for movement sent from the processing center where a brain would be. He then pulled himself up, body pulsing with the action, and jumped clear up. He came down feet first on the Sentinel's 'face' and with a mighty push, sent the robot stumbling backwards while he arced in a backflip, landing on with his legs bet and catching himself from falling with his hand.<br/><br/>The Sentinel would be back up in a couple minutes, Logan mused. If he had wanted to kill it, he would have chopped it's head off while it was still recovering from having a wall fall on it. This was supposed to be a training exercise, after all. For the Students. He just put one of the Sentinels out of the fight for a few minutes to even the odds. He grinned cheekily up at the Control room, sheathing his claws and wiping the drying blood from his knuckles.