After their last encounter, Miller was expecting a ranged attack. He dodges narrowly, not anticipating the increased speed. "Wow, you've really got some power behind those things. Great for hitting your mark. So long as it holds still."

He reaches down to draw the combat knife from the sheath at his ankle and holds it blade-down in one fist, keeping the other hand free to block or grapple as needed. Thus armed, he charges forward to close the distance and take a swipe at the creature. The motion isn't incredibly elegant; he's not accustomed to fighting opponents this small.