February 14

[wholeworldoutthere]

Klaus needs to tear something to pieces.

Preferably someone, and preferably every single person that had a hand in Finn's death, and everyone that's ever made Caroline feel quite so insecure, and think quite so lowly of herself.

Of course, neither one of these options is going to happen.

So he heads over to Level 3, because it's usually the least populated floor, and to the nearest sparring room. It is thankfully empty, and he starts laying into the punching bag without wrapping up his knuckles and without a care for the bag or for his hands. He can't think of anything more clichéd than letting steam out on a punching bag, but it's either that or going on a rampage, tearing through throats and drinking his fill from the next ten persons he runs into.

He'd rather be a cliché than risk Caroline's and his life.

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[ohsnikt]

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<<.