Bingo Wolverine thought. Luck was a natural at things element. The beast hit Quinn several times in a row because his senses were hyperactive. He could see this and see that but he moved fast and hard at the gunslinging swordsman without having much in regard except for hedonistic pushes. He wanted blood, and he wanted it now. He smiled when he caught the enemy in the shoulder HARD. Then, curious as he found it there was no suspicious of luck or talent inside of Quinn because he smashed his sword in Wolvie's left bicep and the animalistic man felt less angry and more admiring. "Yeh ain't bad, Quinn, but I'm going to hurt yeh." And so the Wolverine charged up after standing for a moment and launch himself once again at Quinn wanting to at least knock out his air sacs with a hard drop kick.