The Jackal twisted, turning back on himself to catch the foot straight in his thigh. And he snarled, fangs showing, eyes narrowing to dark holes. Silver hair fell into his face as his fingers went to bury themselves in the meat around HUNK's leg.
"And what is my worth? Alexander had me at a pretty penny," Nicholai kept his grin and held onto his companion tight before leaning over to snap his jaws at his superior's throat. Too out of reach to tear at that flesh and Nicholai was left disappointed.
Oh well.
"Your worth isn't much. I hope you know that." With that, he pushed HUNK away and slipped back a few steps before extending his hands forward, fingers coiled like daggers.