At the rapid approach of the Hummer, Logan took his cue to advance; at least now there'd be back up if anything went wrong. He made quick work of the driveway and when he reached the front door of the suburban home, he heard commotion from inside. He reached for the knob and before his fingers grasped the handle, he was shot backward, an intense pressure beating against his chest with one blow. A hit was carried by a green light and Logan couldn't see much else until it dissipated and he landed on the hood of the Hummer. Pieces of the front door (which had been blown off its hinges) landed here and there around the vehicle. It felt like Cyke had hit him in the chest with a full blast. As the pain began to dull, so did the little chirping birds that circled his head (or in his case, chattering Jubilees). He slid down the hood and looked through the windshield at the others. "I guess they weren't decent. Stay sharp." The group with him weren't idiots, but they also didn't know what they were dealing with. Unbeknownst to Logan, they were dealing with a woman that shoots concussive, green blasts from her fingers, a male shapeshifter, the wiry man that showed them the way (superhuman strength) and a huge guy with intangibility. Those individual were making their way out onto the lawn, fangs drawn, as Logan's 'team' exited their SUV. Fangs drawn? Claws out.