IT SEEMS NO MATTER HOW CIVIL HE IS, FIGHTS FOLLOW HIM. at that point, he thinks that most humans just have a natural reaction that makes them recognize mutants through and through. no matter how small the bar is and isolated, they seem to know. he ignores most of the time; as long as he pays and gives money, the bartender seems to not care. but other people do, of course. there he is, after being tossed and turned around, letting out the famous rage that is characteristic of him. fighting is easy, specially when someone comes at him with a knife and cut through the skin but skin heals right away. and then he is pissed of. ( he will never admit the rush he feels when he sees them scared, as metal cuts through his skin and claws come out ). rugged and growling deep in his throat, he looks around as he traps someone to the wall. “could’ve used a hand out here, you know.“ he finally speaks, eyes looking back at the woman. starfire. truly, a name that fits. like wolverine.