Wolverine was battling a gang of Latino Guerilla fighters. He swung a claw at a man holding a machine gun and suddenly her acrylic nails were digging into the man's cheek. Lola examined her tiny hand with it's long acrylic nails.
"The best you could do with those is make marks on my back!" The soldier shouted as he ogled the slim dark haired beauty. Her wide eyes were framed by disheveled black hair that came down to her waist. She was clad only in a simple buckskin dress that
barely covered her wide butt.
"What the? Stay back, bub."
Another soldier seized the girl from behind, draping his arms over her delicate neck, he grabbed her roughly.
"I don't know what happened to you, Wolverine, but now you are our prey."