Mikhail snorted. "You take too many chances," he said. "I prefer them reeling from having a chunk of silver embedded into their flesh at high velocity. Then, the battle is usually more even."
He glared at her. "Reputation means nothing," he said. "There is only the hunt. Who cares what others think so long as the monsters die?"
If he was a distraction, it was because she was allowing him to be. He hadn't asked her to mess up his shot and he certainly didn't need her help now. He kept moving, set on ignoring her.