Logan had now dug a hole in the Queens thorax nearly the size of his own torso. Thick green blood was oozing from it while the Queen gave high pitched squeals of pain. Using his claws to create hand holds, he climbed up her abdomen until he was underneath the Queen's head, and shoved his claws into her throat.
The rest of the bugs buzzing around stopped in their tracks and stared at the collapsing Queen. Logan jumped off of her, and shook his claws clean of the green goo. He was relieved to be rid of her. Adrenaline still pumping through him, he turned and looked at Jean. "Finally," he said, and gave her a thumbs up as the snikt of his claws retracting echoed through the chamber. "Ok you damn bugs, Get The Hell Off My Planet!" he shouted.