The Jackal's hands have retreated back to pockets and he's back to that half-bent over position. He really doesn't care, but he's trying to push HUNK's buttons, trying to stick him with something that'll get a rise out of him. There is no honor here and it isn't as if Nicholai had any to begin with. Honor was for heroes who were foolish enough to die in combat.
Mikhail was honorable. He'd give the man that.
Tilting his head, Nicholai allows his eyes to flutter shut and his shoulders to sag. He just wants to get away, to shut himself in his hole be left there. He doesn't want to do this anymore because he knows the next time HUNK falls will be the last time.
And he'll be bored after that's been done.
A crack of his neck signals he's not going to respond. Instead, he just follows and is careful not to lash out at any of the guards just yet.