Wolverine didn't need to be told twice. He probably should've waited for Strange to put his little bubbles around things, but Logan knew his role and his role was to get his ass up there and start stabbing stuff. It had been a while since he'd charged into a real fight, but it came back to him like riding a bike. A really sharp, pointy bike.
Wolverine ran up into the fray, heading straight for the evil magic looking guy.