The cough that came from the Jackal caused him to roll over and sink his fingers into the ground below. He could feel blood gurgling up and he spat out a string across the ground before shoving his head against the floor. Grunting, he tried to right himself quickly, but failed to do so.
The knife stayed in the holster and Nicholai slowly, if not wobbly, got to his feet. His wrist fell to his mouth, smothering and wiping away any blood that may have still been there.