They saw the village approaching. Even though Logan didn't seem worried, Clastor was. A lot. He looked up to the sky. Clean and sunny. His concern increased. Soon, the village entrance was behind them. It wasn't difficult finding Horaio. In the center of the village, a man shone like a light bolt, and heated the air around him like a living torch. Logan stoped staring at him, while he laughed at the people bowing at him. Clastor stepped aside. Soon, Horaio took notice of the people observing him. He knew what they were doing there. He laughed once again, this time at Logan and Clastor.

- < So, old man, this midget was the best you could do??? This is the savior, the hope of these people? Look at them. I am their savior. I am their hope. I'll destroy anyone who tries to ruin the plan I have in mind for them! >

- < What plan, bub? They obeying and serving you? >

- < That's the fair price to pay for my protection. >

- < Protection from whom? You're the only one attacking here, Horaio! For a throne! > - said Clastor.

- < This throne is mine by right! >

- < Well, bub, let ol' canucklehead here teach you something 'bout protection and right. >

- < Let's go then! >

Strangely, Horaio stopped burning. He got a sword instead. Logan did the same. The battle began. As Logan attacked, more studying his enemy then actually trying, Horaio just defended himself. A low swing from Wolverine. "Is that the best you can do?" yelled Horaio; a high swing, "Come on, I am not even breaking a sweat..." yelled again. Suddenly Horaio gave Logan a frontal swing, right at him, to which Logan responded with a defensive move, but almost failed to. "This is how it's done, little man!" yelled Horaio, once more. Logan got mad and started attacking from both sides, with the techniques he learned from Ogun, Elektra and other masters. Horaio only defended and shouted. His tactic paid off: Logan got careless and he got a clean swing at his chest. Logan fell. The blood running from the wound was abundant. Logan stood up.

- < Why don't you just give up? > - said Horaio, with a smile.

- < 'Cause punk, one thing I learned from the X-men was to never give up... >

The fight restarted, with Logan a lot more cautious. Horaio's prepotency remembered Logan of Magneto. They alternated strokes at each other, no sides having any progress. At one point, Logan cornered Horaio to the ground. As he was about to swing the sword, Jubilee's voice echoed in the air. That moment of distraction was all Horaio need to reverse the position and strike Logan again, this time in the leg. Logan managed to jump away from Horaio, both leg and chest bleeding. Horaio continued to say things, but Logan didn't hear it anymore. At an almost berserk state, he advanced towards Horaio with no signs of fear or exhaustion. At one point, he managed to strike Horaio's arm. A small cut, but enough to make him mad. He burned up to a state that the air was so hot they couldn't stand being near. Logan didn't move.

- < You insect!!! Don't you know I can destroy you with a burp? How dare you think you can defeat me??? The joke's over, you will now die!!! >