"My apologies, but you soldiers shot first...consider this my move in self-defense." Saying this after moving slightly in front of the squadron, Michael extends his right hand away from him, forming a large, draconic skeletal hand. Using this hand, he hits the group hard with a swift back swing, sending them flying. As quick as he had formed it, the bone hand crumbles away as he returns his outstretched hand to his side. "Who might you be, milady?" He asks, rather curious as to why the soldiers were afraid of her. The tactician chooses to keep his hood on for the time being, feeling that his hidden identity could be a useful bargaining chip for the side he had apparently chosen through this act.