A/N Wolverine lost the last round, to check it out see Yellowfur's story for Sylar at fanfiction(dot) net/s/4150635/2/AWinnerIsYouSylar

Round 2

Wolverine vs Vincent Valentine

Logan heard Death-by-Chocolate announce his fight's start and looked around for his opponent. He had seen the man earlier, a tall mysterious figure in a bright red cape. Vincent Valentine was his name. Logan just hoped he wouldn't be as crazy to fight as Sylar. It had taken him a huge amount of energy to heal and walk back to the mall, not mention the beating it dealt to his ego.

Logan shook himself mentally; time to focus on the fight at hand. He crouched low and began stalking. He had made sure to introduce himself to Vincent and shake hands when they announced the matches so now all he had to do was follow the scent.

There. He was close now, very close. Logan heard the footstep before the gunshot and was able to drop quickly to the side as the bullets whistled past. He turned and slashed at Vincent but the blow glanced off the golden gauntlet the gunman raised as a shield.

The fighters paused. Logan's arms out to either side and Vincent's gun pointed to the ceiling, both poised to leap back into action.

"This could be fun." Logan finally said grinning.

Vincent smiled slightly and nodded.

They burst into action at the same moment. Vincent stepped back and brought down his triple-barrel revolver, firing a few rounds. Logan was already somersaulting to the side. Metal rang on metal as Vincent deflected all of Logan's strikes with his gauntlet and, once or twice, his gun.

Finally Logan hit Vincent's upper arm. As the smile of triumph became a frown of realization, Logan was thrown back from the shot at point blank. Less than point blank really, because as Logan's claws had struck his arm, Vincent had jabbed the barrels into Logan's shoulder. Vincent smiled and glanced fondly at his gun, Cerberus.

Logan got to his feet and shook his head back into focus. There where no bullets left in his shoulder so the wound healed quickly. In a few seconds all evidence was gone.

"Huh," Vincent said, "That's handy."

"Yeah." Logan agreed. Then they were back in the fight.

Logan struck from every angle but Vincent blocked all of them. Logan also had to parry strikes from Vincent's gauntlet and dodge the shots fired at every opening. He stayed as close as possible, knowing that if Vincent got any distance from him the gunman would make it nearly impossible to get back in again.

'This guy is pretty impressive' Logan admitted grudgingly to himself. He wasn't sure how he was going to win this. He would though, he was still sure of that. As Vincent blocked another of his attacks Logan realized that the gauntlet was really the only thing stopping him. He couldn't get any strikes past it, but he could attack the gauntlet itself.

Now that he had a plan, Logan renewed his vigor and directed all of his force to hitting the gauntlet. Before, he had been letting his blows glance off the metal, which was the only reason the weaker material was still intact. Soon Logan was able to strike straight at the gauntlet. As he turned his claws outward the metal slid off Vincent's arm like an apple peel.

Vincent gasped as the blades took a good deal of his skin and muscle with the metal. He kept focus though. He had an opening now and quickly fired Cerberus. He wasn't able to aim well for a few seconds as the pain nearly overwhelmed him, but it was enough to force Logan back. One shot hit him in the foot. Logan cursed as in that moment of distraction he lost track of Vincent.

"Logan, behind you!" Rogue screamed.

Searing heat tore into his back as three bullets burrowed deep into his flesh. Two shot out through his abdomen but the third crashed into his rib with a shock as harsh as the first pain.

Logan groaned. The pain was almost enough to knock him out. The first two wounds were healing quickly. So was the last one, but his body fought so hard to get the bullet out it made him nauseas. He lay panting on the ground, he couldn't recall if he'd knelt down or fallen, as Vincent slowly walked forward and stopped safely out of range.

"Are you finished?" He asked.

Logan took a final, shuddering breath as his body healed around the bullet. "Not quite." He rose and ran at Vincent. As the gun was raised to meet him Logan dropped to the ground and slid the last couple feet. Then he swiped out his arm and slashed at Vincent's ankles, severing the Achilles tendons. The gunman collapsed with a shriek of pain as his legs failed. Logan rose and dragged Vincent up by his long, black hair.

"Care to surrender?" He asked, "You get one chance."

In answer Vincent shot him in the leg.

As Logan fell to the ground, he thrust his claws straight into the floor- the part under Vincent's right arm. Now that he was supported Logan grabbed the gun and threw it across the room.

"Don't mess with me." Logan growled and twisted his claws just enough to render the arm useless. Then he looked to Death-by Chocolate who was, as usual, nearby, "Good enough?" He asked.

"Technically no." Death-by-Chocolate sighed.

"How much more does he have to pummel the poor guy?" Someone from the audience yelled out.

Logan agreed. With Vincent's limbs useless it would be wrong to continue beating him. He sighed and heaved the still struggling Vincent over his shoulder, then made for the nearest exit, even though it wasn't very near at all. The crowd followed him even though he glared at them. Finally he gave up and took no notice of them except to steal a water from a weird kid with gray hair and glasses.

Once at the doors he dumped Vincent over the threshold with a few choice curses from the gunman.

Death-by-Chocolate nodded. "The winner is Wolverine!"

A/N I hope I did alright with Vincent Valentine. I couldn't find much info besides technical stuff like weapons, though his past did help a bit.