[That tail lashes around his leg and it’s a moment too late for Logan warn him to hold on. To say; don’t let go even after they land. Instead, his next breath is a lungful of smoke and brimstone and there’s no time to ensure they stick the landing.

Teleportation is never not disorientating. Moving like this in pairs is clumsy enough when they’re not bound together, but circumstances can forgive a less than graceful effort if it works in the long run.

So when the world comes rushing back to them, the gnarled shoulders of their hunter right at arms reach, he doesn’t hesitate to take the shot Kurt injured himself to give them. With a sudden SNIKT form both hands he lets the claws of his right dig in for grip while his comes in swinging. Raking the monster’s neck until the hideous noises fall silent and whatever vital fluids it’s gushing emit a sharp, foul smell.

The hand he’s impaled it with is hauled free by the dead weight of Kurt’s body and by either foolishness or confidence he doesn’t stop to check if it’s dead before falling to his knees at Kurt’s side.]

Elf? Kurt!

[With covered claws he hangs over his friend. Patting his cheek for a response and pressing his ear to the younger man’s chest when he gets nothing.]

C’mon. Cmonnn. You did it, Kurt. C’mon. You did it. We’re gonna get out here. Don’t make me carry you, Goddamnit!