Alternatively, it could just be because there’s something weirdly appealing about the idea of big-game hunters tiring of animals and moving on to human prey. The rules of their games and settings are often exotic or weird enough to add spice and, invariably, the hunted always become the hunters, the net result of which is normally a metric assload of extreme violence. Win! As you can imagine, the remaining two issues flip between the ‘game’ and the mystery of Kraven’s apparent resurrection and, yeah, it’s a blast. The tone of Jimmy Palmiotti and Justin Gray’s script, although quite violent, is very much classic romantic adventure, with Wolverine and Black Cat trading flirtatious banter and saucy body language as they splat bad dudes. It’s the sort of naughty comedy-action romp that Kevin Smith started and should’ve finished with his failed The Evil That Men Do mini-series (as opposed to the jumbled, misogynistic angst-fest it became). Whilst not exactly challenging, there are some good laughs and even a touch of suspense. In addition to zippy writing, the artwork is also consistently nice. I liked Joe Linsner’s interpretation of the Black Cat costume and, having seen her drawn so atrociously in recent years (come on down, Clayton Crain), Claws scores points on that front alone. Rar.