Behind the mask, her eyes narrowed at the clumsy male. She rolled her shoulders a little, wrists turning to make it look like the blades were spinning a little in her hands. Idle now, in battle the twitches had the purpose of being a distraction for the blades sparkled in the moonlight...
"Distraction," she spat with an obvious English accent, moving past Mikhail without a thought to his general well being. The blood trail was the important thing. She ran her gloved thumb through a splash of it with the purpose of resetting her tracking but to do that she would have to take off a piece of her armor. Or at least expose her throat. Nothing doing in front of the other hunter.
Instead she went back to her rocks, slipping the blades into their proper places at her back and unnecessarily but very lightly and gracefully moving over the formation to get her crossbow back. "Go back to the kiddie pool if you have to rely on guns." Might as well get a barb in.