That many blows to the head usually left Logan seeing stars- Not strangers with far too familiar faces. ...He knew this man though, he was certain of it. Or, he'd at least seen him before- Somewhere.

Logan hesitated, then took the offered hand, pulling himself to his feet.

"You didn't have to step in, I had that under control," Logan frowned, licking the blood from his lip with a flick of his tongue, then examining his bruised and bloody knuckles.