Nick was in the hall when the fight broke out, and instantly took a side. During a fight, there are three things that can happen. You side with the wrong guy, you don't sleep that night. You side with the right guy, and hope he notices enough to up your rep and protection. Third thing, someone shanks you for whatever reason. Fights were the best distraction.<br/><br/>As soon as the knife was shown, Nick backed himself against the locker. The copper got it, which made the lights go off, and Nick dove from the group, landing a few feet away. There were a few people stupid enough to cover their eyes to save themselves from getting sprayed, but that was for idiots. Covering your eyes means you're vulnerable, and chances are, if the guy with the shank has something against you, he wont mind getting a little extra time for clearing matters up now. Strangely, two stabbings in one incident landed you less than two separate incidents.<br/><br/>Nick's hands were visible, but not to far from his body. Anyone and everyone in the corridor had a blade, and now was the time to use it. Luckily, Nick had time to flick his... Well, he didn't know where. But it was away from him.