(ooc: really? so one dead guy with a pulse one without? that'll teach me to be creative)

He could surrender, but he'd rather go down fighting. Nikola's shirt is softer than Will expected and he's acutely aware of the wrinkle touching his palm and the fact that the tiniest bit of pressure will put him in contact with the flesh beneath.

Nikola's slow, steady pulse, Will's seem that much louder as it races in his ears.