As the Saint collapsed, Nikolai checked the body's condition before checking his own. He knew the beast was far from human, but 12 years of soldierhood had not prepared him for a battle like this. Nikolai's body was a bit of a mess, as blood dripped from his chest wound while his arm layed painlessly limp against his side. "That won't last for long, and that laughing in the distance tells me that I should find some cover." He thought to himself, as he ripped off what remained of his shirt, leaving his slightly maimed vest on for storage rather than protection. After swiftly reloading his revolver and grabbing his knife from the Saint's head, he began walking back towards Chandler and Damon's location, a grin spreading across his face.