Well, this Logan was not quite the Logan Remy knew. A tad more control, a tad less feral menace. A tad. Just enough to change the parameters of this little squabble a bit.
Logan could move inhumanly fast when the mood suited him. Which it did, just now. He wasn't quite able to avoid the elbow to the gut, but it didn't even slow him down. He just kept right on going, lunging at the Cajun again. He still had enough control to keep the claws in ... but that was as far as it went. Otherwise, he had murder in his eye, aiming a fast series of vicious jabs at Remy.