The vampire stood alone on the rooftop, a black figure silhouetted against the night sky. One leg was up on the ledge casually as he looked across the city. Not a breeze disturbed his clothing, not a branch obscured her view, and Mithias was standing perfectly still. 

As soon as Katya took the shot, he was gone. The gun fired, quieted by the silencer, but in that instant, the target had moved and Katya did see where to. Perhaps Allison did. 

Mithias stood on his right leg as blood poured down his left. He had taken cover behind a large ventilation unit atop the building near him. Both of his swords were drawn, and he listened very, very carefully over his own controlled breaths. Dark blood pooled under his shattered knee. It would heal quickly, but he wouldn't be running or jumping for the moment. Who the hell had shot him?! Mithias fear was that Kami had returned, but he also knew Kami wouldn't have used a gun. Surely a vampire would have had the best chance of sniping his knee in the dark. He still hadn't figured out which direction the bullet had come from, so he waited, hunkered down with defenses ready. How foolish he had been not to assume other vampires might still work for Soldier, but he knew their methods. This was an immobilization tactic, which would certainly be followed up by either direct confrontation or an explosion. Mithias wasn't going to make it obvious he had been hit, but there was nothing he could do about the scent of his blood.