Round 1
Wolverine vs Sylar
Sylar's scent grew stronger and Logan heard him step out behind him.
"So," The man said, "You're Wolverine. That's an unusual name, isn't it?"
Logan grunted. "Suits me fine."
Sylar stepped forward casually. "So why are you here?"
"My friend Xavier sent me," Logan told him, "He hoped I would find more people like us. Like you. People with special powers."
"You don't seem like the type who talks instead of fighting." Sylar commented.
"I'm not," Logan admitted, "but this is important to the professor so…"
"Yeah, I get it. So what does your friend do when he meets people like me."
Logan started to explain about the school, dropping his guard since it didn't seem like Sylar was going to strike anytime soon. Of course that's when he did.
His eyes blazed and Logan was flung up through the openings between the many levels of the mall. He was hurtling toward the glass window in the roof and would soon crash outside the bounds of the mall. There was no way he was letting that son of bitch win this. Logan extended his claws and caught the edge of an opening. He swung himself to the underside, the ceiling of this level, and was winded by the impact as the ceiling stopped the rush of movement.
The force that had sent him flying disappeared and gravity took him back down. He managed to land on his feet as he crashed to the floor. He left his claws out, he didn't want to waste anytime taking out that punk when he found him. He felt the bruises on his back melt away with his healing ability as he thought of what to do next.
Sylar was obviously some kind of psychic so he had to be dealt with carefully. Logan certainly couldn't just jump back down the same way he'd come up, in fact he shouldn't stay here long. He ran in a random direction until he was about fifty feet away from the last place Sylar had been. Then he jumped down diagonally through the opening tp the lower level. He did the same for the next, and the next, until he reached the level he believed he had started on. It looked somewhat familiar and Sylar's scent was stronger.
Logan stalked down the hall, keeping out of sight as much as possible. He knew that Sylar would be on the look out for him because the psychic would have seen Logan escape.
He continued following the scent and spotted Sylar through another opening. He was looking into different stores and was just now crossing the hall. Logan jumped and slashed at Sylar as he landed right behind him.
Sylar cried out as Logan's claws cut deeply into his arm. Logan didn't stop but swung again for Sylar's other side. Before he could Sylar turned and he felt the same force as before. This time it was finely concentrated and cut a gash across his chest. Logan cringed as the wound healed then bull rushed Sylar. Sylar was ready and threw him back with another wave of psychic force, this time opening a multitude of gashes across Logan's body. When Logan stood up he knocked him down again. The wounds healed quickly but still took up Logan's energy every time he was hit.
"Come on this is boring." Sylar laughed.
Wolverine took a deep breath, drew in his claws, and charged as soon as the last attack had struck. Sylar sent a particularly strong slash of force at him but Logan grunted and ran through it even as he felt the cut tear into his lung. He ran straight at Sylar and threw a double punch, striking his head and chest at the same time. As his fists connected he allowed just half an inch of his claws to come out so that the metal would strike, but not reach Sylar's heart or brain. Sylar crumpled to the ground.
Logan checked Sylar to make sure he was truly unconscious. Then he sat down and breathed deeply allowing his wounds to heal completely.
This was going to be a difficult tournament. Difficult, but very entertaining.
Logan smiled.
a/n I am writing Wolverine's character as he's portrayed in the X-men movies because that's the version I know the best
