As soon as I hit the ground, everything went black for about two minutes. When I woke up, I was still on the ground, and the POW who threw the knife was standing on my back, giving a speech. Every time I tried to get up, he would push me back into the ground. I looked up and saw two other Russian POW's beating the shit out of Recoil. The POW that was holding me back was doing the same to Jury-Rigged. Out of nowhere, Lurker tackled the POW that was on my back (Thank God. I was getting tired of listening to him talk). As I was getting up, I looked down at my hand. Up till the second joint was gone, and on the ground was a small pile of ash.