Coming to again, Nicky became aware of the man fighting near him. The hiss of something scalding hitting and another hiss of the creature it was boiling onto. He looked to the side to see his knife being kicked closer to him.
It was almost a smile, or maybe a baring of teeth was the more apt description. Nicky reached out to wrap his fingers around the handle and then he sprung back into action, with a glance to the side at the man nearby, the one who'd called the warning and kicked his knife back to him. The one who'd seen him raise from the dead.
He murmured an oath in his language, Italian but old, and offered a half-smile and a nod of his head before he ran directly into battle again. He'd have to talk to this one, after the scorpions were dead or, at least, after he'd tired of fighting.