The Cajun had always been the only one who could fight hand-to-hand with Logan and not come out a bloody stump. Everyone else had to use their powers to keep him at bay. Remy could run, or fight, depending on his mood. Today, with his injured shoulder, he was more interested in running. But he'd turn and fight, when he needed to. Right now, though, he was dodging the majority of those fast jabs, as quickly as the other man could throw them, like he knew they were coming. And he did. This was a different Wolverine, yes.. but their fighting style was the same. And he knew it well enough. One punch would connect, but it was with the Cajun's gloved palm, and he was curling his fingers around it and pulling through, to throw Logan towards the tree behind him and dance a few steps backwards, before making a 'come here' gesture with the same hand. It was much harder to do this one-handed, he knew he'd likely end up getting a little hurt in the end, but that was to be expected.