Team Daenerys!
The next few minutes were a blur to Wolverine. The demons started to blend together since there were still so many of them to fight. Time lost all meaning to him only that he knew that the rift was closing, and with it came the demons' anger. He knew now they'd be more dangerous, fighting for their survival instead of for play which is what it felt like before. Now they were in danger, and that changed things.
Logan looked over toward Daenerys and Michonne just in time to see the little prick of a demon biting into Michonne's leg. Wolverine growled, and was about to make his way toward his companions when a beast had taken the chance to bite down on his forearm. It would have hurt Logan if he didn't have so much adrenaline pumping through his veins. He looked coldly at the creature that refused to let go of his arm, and used the claws from his other hand to pierce it through its skull. Adamantium was stronger than demon bone that much was certain. The creature went slack, and fell to the ground. The puncture marks were leaking a good amount of blood, but he knew he would survive. It was only a flesh wound, after all.
He made his way over toward Michonne and Daenerys.
"Can you stand," he asked Michonne with genuine concern. Leg wounds were much more traumatic on the body, and normally made a person sink under the pain. His eyes were trained on the demons closing. "Don't worry about them, you just keep blondie safe," he said to Michonne. "I'll try to keep them from getting to ya."
With that he rushed into the remaining group of monsters. Their teeth and claws bared for the raging Wolverine. He smirked in the face of danger, laughed at it even. His weapons were dripping in blood, and his clothes were dirtied with the remnants of all the lives he took, lives that he did not regret taking in the least. There were only a few left in the group, and he dispatched them with strong swipes of his clawed hands. He was strong enough to slice through their entire bodies, limbs were flying about, and heads were rolling. It wasn't enough to stop them from attacking him with all his might, but it was enough to stop them from going toward his companions.