Karr's head hurt, thanks to the face plant on his still-healing cheek, he was sexually frustrated thanks to having anticipated getting at least a little tease and having no such luck, and he was pissed the fuck off at Logan. Punching him in the face? Not that big a deal. Saying he was under age and throwing him out of a titty bar? Big violation in Karr's mind. He was itching for a fight, and upon hearing one start without him, Karr reached his limit. No way in fucking hell he was sitting in time out while skulls got smashed.
Karr lunged at the door, bowling over anyone who had the misfortune of being too close, and popped the short claws in his knuckles. He briefly considered kicking his boots off, but deiced it was too much work, besides, Logan throwing the bouncer for a loop had his attention. He snarled loudly as he saw a beer bottle fly at Logan's head, the urge to protect the pack was kicking in quite strongly. A moment later one of the patrons stood, if it was to try to pick a fight with Logan or to just get the fuck out of that place did not matter. It was the movement that caught Karr's eye, and the wild youth simply threw himself bodily upon the man, a savage fury of claws and fists and feet. He may have shouted something to Logan along the lines of "I got your back," but it could have just been an assortment of growls and snarls as the fight broke out. He really could not remember and did not particularly care, either.