Mistihkoman crept closer and closer to Logan, his short, stout form hunched over to leave him low to the ground. Oh he's going to get the man, and there is almost nothing anyone can do about that. Well unless someone plays to the Native man's sense of helping others. That dark look on his face fades as he straightens and sees that Barnabus seems to be in danger. Mistihkoman for a moment weighs his options. But soon he's turning and with a purposeful dangerous stride starts towards the man and the pair of goons attacking him.

Ah but it's not that easy, for another of their group had flanked the Native Scout while he was stalking Logan. And as Mistihkoman prepares his arm, he feels two heavy arms wrap around him from behind and a smoke burned voice cry out, "I've got the redskin! Someone help me!"

Oh he's not going to let that happen so easily. With a push all his weight and every ounce of strength in his back Big Knife kicks at the floor driving himself and his grappler back bang into the wall. For a moment the arms holding him are free. Mistihkoman raises the arm holding his tomahawk, above his head then down and forward releasing his grip, the hand axe almost buzzing as it flips end over end through the air...

Mistihkoman feels arms lock back around him but his eyes are on the tomahawk, it flips past several men who dive out of the way and...that wet sound of skin, fabric and bone part. As the axe bites into the cyclops' back just left of the spine, so close if just a fingers width to the right it would have paralyzed the man. So close. Mistihkoman shouts to Barnabus, "Use this time [i]moniyew![/i] Use my tomahawk even!" Then he feels arms close back around him fully. Locked in the embrace from behind.