Pete allowed the harpoons to be as annoying as they wanted to be for the moment, taking the few steps back to Wicked. "I need you to stay right behind me. Keep your hands on my back so I know where you are. Move when I move."
He didn't wait for confirmation, there was no arguing with him now. He didn't care if she thought she was capable, or if she got offended. There was no telling where backup was, or if it was even coming, and if the girl was really the man's target he was the only one keeping them apart. Turning to face the Inuit, he made sure that his own mass was fully keeping the much smaller girl from view. Harpoons clanked uselessly as he frowned over the space between them, calling loud enough for the enemy to hear. "Are you a mercenary too, then?"