The door was heavy oak and crashed to the ground with a thud that practically shook the entire school----and caused anyone walking through the foyer to jump and turn to what had happened. The light was streaming in through the now-empty doorway, obscuring a clear view of the invaders who were silhouetted. Friends of Humanity, maybe? No, they wouldn't be that stupid. The Brotherhood? Couldn't be; Magneto had just been there, for a week, and hadn't killed anyone. So who in the hell...
Logan had been upstairs at the sound of the crash. The floor underneath him trembled and he knew it wasn't some student messing around with his powers. This was serious. With a snikt, the claws slid out from between his knuckles, and he was racing down the stairs with heavy, thudding footsteps. There were scents he didn't recognize, sending off alarm bells in his mind. He smelled fear, panic, anger, and he could feel the hair at the back of his neck standing on end. He was alert. He was ready to kill and protect, regardless of who it was.
"Don't know what you think you're doin', but you ain't comin' any further," he growled, stalking across the foyer. One of the younger students seemed to understand that this would be a good time to call for help, and went racing out to find the other teachers who could help.