Oh yeah, that's the familiar pop or a shoulder coming clean out of its socket. It hurts a hell of a lot more, now; adamantium doesn't have the same give as bone, and cartilage just ain't a match for metal. Logan roars in pain and his other arm comes around to give Klaus a newly punctured ribcage -maybe lung, but Logan doubts it. Too shallow.

The knockout gas hisses on, and Logan can't help but feel insulted. It's getting to be a hair trigger, these days.

"I barely touched the guy!" he yells, weakly, at no one, before his head hits the ground with a resounding >>CLUNK<<.