Chapter 5
The elder charged first, bone spears jutting from his chest like lances. The collision should've been chaos — bone shattering against metal. But this time, Logan felt something different.
His claws didn't just hold. They sang. The impact rang out like steel striking steel, sparks kissing the air. The jagged spears bent, but they didn't break his claws. Logan shoved back, grinning through blood on his teeth.
"Well now… that's new. Guess you ain't the only one whose bones don't give easy."
The elder snarled, driving forward, but Logan twisted and slashed. His claws carved through flesh, clean and merciless, the bone spears cracking as they hit the wall. The big man staggered, eyes wide — not just from pain, but shock. His weapons had failed.
The younger twin reacted fast, his back splitting open with a storm of spears. They elongated in a hiss of bone and blood, stretching meters long until the tips scraped across tile and ceiling alike.
Logan ducked, weaving between the stabbing forest of bone. One caught his arm, tearing a red groove. He winced, then felt that itch in his own claws. A pressure in his hands, begging to be unleashed.
"Alright, bub. Let's see what these new toys can do."
With a roar, he pushed — and his claws shot outward, elongating, screaming with the weight of adamantium as they launched like spears. The pressure rattled his bones, but the claws cut through the storm of bones, slicing them clean in half. Not a chip, not a scratch.
The younger's eyes went wide. "Impossible…"
Logan yanked the claws back with a grunt. They dangled heavy, useless for a moment, but intact. Not a fracture on them. His grin widened. "Yeah. Thought so. Tougher'n yours now."
The elder roared, rushing again with another chest-first spear assault. This time Logan didn't even dodge. He braced. The bone spears slammed into his claws with the force of a charging bull. The sound cracked like thunder — but Logan's claws held, unyielding, unbreakable.
He shoved forward, sparks flying, and snarled, "Difference between us, bub — your bones break. Mine don't."
One slash across the throat, and the elder dropped, choking on his own blood.
The younger howled, launching another barrage, but Logan was already moving. He leapt onto his back, claws plunging deep. With a guttural roar, he elongated them, spearing straight through the chest. Blood geysered, the body jerking before collapsing.
Silence.
Logan staggered, retracting the claws, staring at them under the flickering light. Not a crack. Not even a dull edge. He flexed his hands, chest heaving, a low laugh rumbling in his throat.
"Unbreakable claws… heh. Guess I'll be givin' these a proper workout."
He grabbed the steel case with the documents, lit a cigar, and blew smoke into the thick stench of blood. The mission was over, but his mind was already racing. These claws — heavier, sharper, endless possibilities.
And dangerous as hell.