Logan rushed to meet the moving wall of bodies that cleared Thorn's attacks. From the side, he heard some sickening crunch and, at the back of his mind, thought it sounded like something had gotten mowed down by a tractor-trailer. Seeing Pete tear through a pack of infected, he figured he'd been right, more or less. With no armor to speak of and unable to boast of invulnerability like Colossus, his blows and slashes were calculated to rend his enemies flesh from bone at some distance, instead of bodily hurling himself at the cannibals ahead of him (as was his forte). Time on the road had taught him that little discretion.
The first of the infected to reach him got their torso's ventilated for their efforts. Wolverine eviscerated some late-comers, removed the limbs from others but, before too long, it became no longer feasible to keep them all at arms length and they swarmed him. With tooth and nail, fist and foot, they came at him from all sides, gnawing on him, piling over him, trying to pull him apart; A sound he didn't recognize as his own voice screaming joined the deafening roar of the infected all around him. He fought without conscious thought, his slashes taking on a speed and rhythm that even he had long lost track on - He was a whirlwind in his own mind, a whirling dervish of pain and six adamantium claws. But with every body that he left in his wake, beaten, bloodied, and twitching, another took its place.
He didn't notice that a section of the wall had been torn down, didn't even notice when Sabretooth joined them, pitting his power and towering strength against the darkseekers, or else the thought of his sworn enemy at his naked back might have put him ill at ease. Tearing the last of them off his back, a real ornery bastard that had been bigger and meaner than the others thus far, and treating him to an improvised lobotomy, Wolverine stumbled over to him, his healing factor working overtime to repair the worst of the damage to his body and nearly unrecognizable features. Pete was already there, acting effectively as a human shield, and, working like a madman, Logan struggled to dispatch the dog-pile forming over the Russian, cannibals climbing over his teammate like he was a jungle-gym, but careful not to get too close. He had no idea if his adamantium laced claws could harm the man even in his metal form, and he had no hankering to find out. He .
Despite their efforts, the Darkseekers kept climbing - Those they stopped from spilling through the breach in the wall proved crafty enough to spread outwards, searching for other places to scale the wall. It had been a losing battle at best, Logan knew that, but he also knew the odds in their favor were much higher than they had been. He had caught the sound of lightning crashing from above, and other explosions. In ripping bodies off of Pete's massive frame, he'd caught sight of the British super-strong, Britannic, doing the same from within. That had to mean that the rest of the mansion was now alert and at the ready. He was confident they could see this through.
He redoubled his efforts, even going so far as to dive off of the swelling ranks of seekers behind Colossus and Britannic to attack the unguarded backs of the cannibals rushing beyond them inside the wall. It was crazy, and might have put him in danger of friendly fire, but it succeeded in splitting rank among some of the cannibals as part of their number abandoned their onward onslaught in favor of dealing with this menace, which had somehow gotten larger. "Don't think yer leavin' now," he growled, "The fun's just started!"