The temper dwindled and the rational voice to Nicholai screamed wait, so he did. His muscles relaxed in HUNK's firm grip and he fell, knee to the floor, blue eyes like daggers. The knife in his hand was quickly gone and he was left bitter and broken and an embarrassment in front of a group of people he just wanted to kill.
But wait, his mind told him - wait until the right time.
He breathed, turned his head from side to side, cracking the kinks out of his bones, and settled. His eyes closed and his nostrils flared; the Jackal was gone and all that was left was Nicholai Ginovaef.
Not that Nicholai Ginovaef was a pleasant person to begin with, but still. At least he wasn't out for blood.