"The atmosphere of the grimy Chinatown bar went suddenly still as Cyclops and the man known as Logan stared each other down with what could only be called murder in their eyes. Dim light glittered on the fighting claws in the bootlegger’s hand and across the barrel of the Luger in the X Man’s.
"’Where I come from, them’s fighting words, bub," Logan snarled.
"At that moment, the skylight above them shattered into countless shards and a red-caped figure plunged into the room…"
