Mikasa blinked a few times as the arrow went off, one of the figures falling off his horse. The woman quickly charged into Soka, tackling him to the ground. In a wave of furiousness, Mikasa pinned him down, glaring angrily at him. The Swordmaiden sent her plated fist straight into the ground besides the soldier, cursing out at him in rage.   
                                                                                                                                              
 “What are you doing?! You’re going to have us both killed!” Mikasa kept him down, staring straight into the man’s eyes with her surprisingly raised voice. Soka scoffed in disappointment back at her. “I assumed you, of all people, would be eager for blood.” He hissed at her, thrusting his hip up towards her, and sending his force towards her, sweeping her around on the ground. Being tossed off, Mikasa quickly got up again, still furious as a bear protecting her cubs.

 “You’re bringing the entire kingdom in danger! We were here to investigate, not trigger a war!” She shouted out, perhaps a little too loud again. Soka sighed, walking towards her, seeming to have calmed down as he placed a hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes with a wicked smile. “You’re not seeing the possibilities here, my Lady.” He muttered, as she fired a knee straight for her stomach, pulling her towards him as he did so. Though she was in armor, the knee hit with a violent force, striking the unprepared woman and sending her to the ground. Soka quickly stormed off, leaving the girl lying on the ground, as she recovered from the knee.
All the air in her had been forced out of her as the impact had hit, causing the woman to struggle with her breath for a bit, before she finally managed to push herself up again. Her gaze flew towards the woods, seeing the silhouette of the Heroshidan warrior, charging towards the forest. Without another second of hesitation, Mikasa left the horses in their place and ran off towards the man. From what she could sense between the trees, Soka had come to a halt, turning around and looking towards her direction. The young Lady was furious. Her mind was an endless monsoon of emotion, filled by rage, fear and frustration. Soka’s actions send a clear signal to the Westerners, especially if the earlier skirmish had not been a sign of war. An attempted assassination was not going to be tolerated by the religious foes. 

As Mikasa made her way towards the forest, Soka disappeared into the dark trees. The sound of clashing blades was heard from within, and Mikasa carefully approached, drawing her beloved blade and muttering to herself. 
 “This is a mistake.”