Off like a shot, Russell kept his mind to the task at hand, searching through the nearby cabinet that the men seemed so keen on rushing towards while at the same time trying to attack Will. Any person who had a hard time trying to decide what to do between fighting the big scary guy and opening an innocuous drawer had their priorities in a peculiar order. Forcing open the second drawer, he noticed a small pouch that upon opening, contained a good handful of coins that he didn't recognize but it was certainly likely that it would be useful for obtaining more useful goods. As soon as they could find their way back, maybe one of the other people would be able to buy some food. Russell could really go for a hamburger right now.
"Dubloon--Money," he stated, holding up the full pouch so all could see before he shoved it in the pocket of his breeches for the time being. He was going to just stay to the side when out of the corner of his eye, the previously unconscious man, clearly sore that he had been smashed in the face, quietly stalked toward Will from behind while the other men did their best to stay still and not give his location away. With Will out of the way the three could easily take down Russell. Dying by himself was one thing, but neither he nor Jim was going to let another someone from the building die here.
With barely a gasp emitting from his lips, Russell and Jim rushed forward and...time seemed to move forward while he himself remained detached from the actual situation. Sure, it was his hand clenched in a fist that forced the knife deep into the back of the man's neck, and it was his sheer strength that shoved the man forward to the right of Will's back, but Russell was no longer there. Letting go of the handle, he stood in horror as the man stepped forward and away, his hand still a little bloody as he stared at where the man once stood.