This was not the first time the general has found himself on the wrong end of an assassination attempt, his rise to the status he now holds was riddled with actions against his life. Being so young and rising so fast through the ranks, he has garnered the ill-will of many, both within and outside the kingdom he served in. This gave him the awareness one would expect from someone of his position. There have been a few times where the attempt almost succeeded but he was able to overcome it through quick thinking and even quicker movement, dispatching of his foes, many times ending in their deaths.<br/><br/>So when the man he is traveling with lunged after Mikail's back, he was all to ready to parry the blade with the dagger he kept inside his breast pocket, sweeping across the chest with his hand in a horizontal movement, the blade in a reverse grip as it struck the longer, broader sword of Ankly's. The quick movement had enough force to stop the sword from plunging into his chest but not enough to parry it completely, the cold steel piecing his shoulder until it hits bone. A grunt of pain escapes the general's lips as the dagger drops from his hand, blood pouring down the arm from the wound. Before the assailant can react, Mikail quickly draws his own sword from the scabbard located on his right hip and slashes his new-found enemy across the midsection.<br/><br/>The injured man took a step back from the general, only to find himself impaled onto the steel of his would be victims sword, seeing the green eyes of his general staring through him as he falls lifeless to the ground.<br/><br/>Standing over the slain man, Mikail breathed heavily as the wound on his shoulder bit at him angrily. He instinctively drops his blade to the ground to put pressure onto the deep cut, knowing that he must get some treatment soon or risk infection. The way his arm is cut he can barely lift his arm, hoping that nerves were not severed in the attack.<span style="font-style: italic">Please let it just be from shock,</span>he thinks to himself while stepping away from the dead body, walking over to the edge of the cliff to try and see if he can spot a nearby village. He knows the area well enough that he can easily scope out a small town only a few miles hike from where he was. There were still lights on, meaning there had to be someone available, most likely the local tavern.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>It did not take long for Mikail to make it to the edge of the town. The wound on his shoulder was wrapped firmly but still bleeding, stinging from the alcohol he had used to wash it out. He made his way to the town square, only a few people in sight and no one was paying attention to the stranger riding in. The building that was lit by the most torches caught his eye and it was indeed the local tavern, still full of life in the middle of this cold night.