Nikolai glared into the Saint's hazy eyes as his arm was crushed, but rolled backwards by instinct as it began to slash at him. After looking at the deep slice that had ripped his vest, he unholstered the revolver within a blur, knowing it only had two shots left. "I don't have much to say at this point kid, but we both know two things. One of us is never going to leave this area, and I'm getting my knife back sooner than later!" Nikolai said coldly, as he fired his last two shots at the Saint standing before him, his left arm drooping at his side.