Luckily, it didn't seem as if his opponent had heard him. This was good, very good. "Wait...was that....did he just spot me? Nah, hes turning away now. Oh my god!" Dmitri barely had time to raise his left hand to clumsily deflect the knife from picksticking him in the head. " Watch it!" He yelled at his opponent, then quickly stumbled to his feet. He grasped for the hilt of DragonWhisker, which was on his back, and drew him into a position that was useul for an advancing soldier to block projectiles had they the correct skill level. One fact that may be useful or harmful for Dmitri is that the sun kept bouncing off all his metal gear and occasionally hitting him in the eyes. Hopefully he could get his opponent to move with him to another location.