19 Relentless assault
Jagnar's eyes burned with a golden intensity, the power of the Dark Phoenix swirling within him. He could feel its insatiable hunger for destruction, the endless whispers urging him to unleash his full fury upon the world.
"I don't want to fight you, kid," Logan growled, his adamantium claws gleaming in the sunlight. "But you're leaving me no choice. Stand down before someone gets hurt."
Jagnar's response was a dismissive scoff, his lips curling into a sardonic grin. "You think you can stop me, old man? I've surpassed the limits of your kind. I am beyond your comprehension."
With a flick of his wrist, Jagnar unleashed a concussive blast of psionic energy, the shockwave carving a path of devastation across the battlefield. Logan braced himself, digging his claws into the ground as he weathered the assault, his mutant healing factor keeping him on his feet.
Undeterred, Logan charged forward, his claws slashing through the air with practiced precision. But Jagnar was no mere mortal, his reflexes were honed to superhuman levels. He effortlessly dodged the attacks, his body blurring with speed as he danced around Logan's strikes.
"Is that the best you've got?" Jagnar taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "I expected more from the mighty Wolverine."
Logan grunted in frustration, his brow furrowed in concentration. He knew he couldn't match Jagnar's raw power, but he had to find a way to break through the younger man's defences.
Suddenly, an idea formed in his mind, and he launched himself into the air, his claws bared.
Jagnar, anticipating the attack, raised his hand and unleashed a torrent of telekinetic energy. But Logan was ready, his body twisting and turning in midair, evading the onslaught with a seasoned acrobat's grace.
As he closed in on Jagnar, Logan let out a feral roar, his claws poised to strike. But in a split-second, Jagnar reacted, his hand shooting out and grasping Logan's throat in a vice-like grip.
The X-Man's momentum was halted in an instant, and he found himself suspended in the air, gasping for breath as Jagnar's power constricted his airways. Panic flickered in Logan's eyes, but he refused to give in, his determination burning bright.
Logan, sensing an opening, seized the opportunity, his claws slashing upward in a lightning-fast strike.
The Adamantium blades tore through Jagnar's defences, leaving deep gashes in his flesh. Jagnar let out a cry of pain and surprise, his concentration faltering as he released his hold on Logan.
The wolverine fell to the ground, his lungs greedily gulping in air. But he didn't stay down for long, quickly regaining his footing and launching himself at Jagnar once more.
This time, Jagnar was caught off-guard, his psionic barriers weakened by the previous assault. Logan's claws found their mark, slicing through the young man's arm and drawing a gush of blood.
Jagnar howled in agony, the pain searing through his body. But as he recoiled, he felt the Phoenix's power surge within him—a tidal wave of pure energy that threatened to consume everything in its path.
With a primal scream, Jagnar unleashed a torrent of psionic force, the shockwave rippling through the air and sending Logan hurtling backward. The X-Man crashed into a nearby building, the structure crumbling around him as he lay motionless amidst the debris.
For a moment, Jagnar stood there, his chest heaving and his blood-stained hands trembling. The whispers in his head had grown deafening, urging him to finish the job and to obliterate Logan and anyone who dared to stand in his way.
