The other two men were drunk and ornery before, but seeing their friend on the ground bleeding shocked some sense into them. One crouched down to check his friend out, while the other just got angrier.
"You must be another one of those fucking muties, too."
At those words, Kurt rose and came to Logan's side, putting his arm upon his shoulder. "Come, mein Freund, it's not worth it. There's not point in fighting them."
If Logan won, it would only cement fear and loathing into the hearts of the already hardened.