"That's real sweet," said Buford, holding his shoulder as blood flowed out from between his fingers. "Yeah? Real fucking sweet, right there. You hear that, Gretch? They don't want anyone getting hurt! Couple'a kids from the same side as that blue devil and they 'just wanna help'! You did enough by taking down Magneto!"
He really didn't care if they were teenagers. There were two pretty little girls there who looked like they'd never seen a fight, and he was shot, in pain, and looking to kill someone now. They'd been through enough and honestly? He didn't want to look at their pouty little faces while they pretended to act all innocent. So, he reached back and tore off a massive chunk of stairway banister, hurling it at Sofia.
"Look out!" If Wolverine had been closer, he would have tackled Sofia out of the way, but all he could do was hold a hand out and hope that if she could stop a bullet with her powers, she could stop this, too. "They don't wanna play nice!" he snapped. "We take them down and we make 'em talk." It wasn't the Charles Xavier way of doing things, but they'd just tried the Charles Xavier way of doing things. Appealing to their better nature did a whole lot of jack shit.
Once he'd thrown the banister, Buford was rushing Hisako----who had some kind of armor sort of thing that Buford was choosing to ignore. He was incredibly strong, he could endure just about anything. He could handle a miniature girl in a suit of glowy armor. Piece of cake.