As Nikolai crashed downward, he relaxed all of his muscles while falling through the air towards the lamp post. The collision knocked him to the ground with a thud, and any weaker willed soldier would have passed out, but Nikolai chuckled as he used the pole to pick himself up, a bit of blood running down his lip. "That's going to hurt like hell sometime soon, but now that monster knows who he's messing with!" He yelled, wiping the Saint's blood off his knife in a cloth before stashing it away. "Hey asshole, come meet my friend Sergei!" Nikolai yelled, as he began firing shots at the Saint that had thrown him, still leaning against the pole for support.