Logan lay prone on the ground and slowly raised his head, the wounds on his face healing at a visible rate.
Yuriko spread her fingers, her sharp silver nails clanging against one another.
She charged at Logan, trying to launch an even fiercer attack before he could get back on his feet.
Her increasingly hurried footsteps drew nearer. Logan suddenly spun around, his sharp steel claws plunging into Yuriko's abdomen.
Then Logan slammed her against the wall and swung his claws at her.
Yuriko hurriedly twisted aside. The claws grazed past her face, leaving three sharp claw marks in the wall.
Logan pressed his advantage, his silver claws relentlessly slashing at her vital points.
Faced with such a frenzied assault, Yuriko could only barely fend him off.
She dodged several attacks through nimble footwork, but the moment she stopped to counterattack, Logan's claws slashed across her face.
Pain shot through her face. Yuriko instinctively turned her head, but in the next instant, another set of claws carved three more cuts into the side of her face.
Logan roared, driving all his claws into Yuriko's abdomen. As she groaned in pain, he plunged the claws of his other hand into her as well.
Yuriko painfully raised her head. The six bloody cuts on her face closed at a healing rate no slower than Wolverine's, and a cryptic sneer curled across her lips.
Logan's heart sank. Stryker really did love him deeply enough to find a replacement exactly like him.
Yuriko tightly gripped Logan's wrists, stepping up his calves and thighs as though she were rock climbing, until one foot rested on his shoulder.
Her body gradually arched backward. The instant the pair of claws in her abdomen were pulled free, she spun at high speed and kicked Logan flying.
They landed