Things were not going well, even though t:he plan had gone exactly as Mikhail had hoped. Not only did he manage to get a hold on the knight, but he was even able to keep his grip after the impact. And yet here he was, on his way to give the ground a big old kiss, all because the freak of nature [i]stood still[/i]. No cunning counter, no artful dodge, just being a stubborn jack ass that refused to be moved. 

Needless to say, the cavalier's breath was unceremoniously knocked out of him upon hitting the ground. But the sight of the axe about to fall on him made it quite clear that there would be time to catch his breath. By some strike of luck, or perhaps it was merely a consolation for his titanic failure, his spear had ended up right next to him.

The axe started to sail downwards. If he had the time and oxygen to spare, Mikhail had a number of rude things he wanted to follow up the smug jack ass's comment with. But alas, it was not meant to be. Instead, he mustered what strength he had left and barrel rolled out of the axe's way, grabbing his spear mid-roll. 

The axe fighter was already committed to his swing. Assuming he was human, which truthfully Mikhail was beginning to doubt, the axe fighter would take a moment to recover from such a heavy impact. And in that precise moment, Mikhail planned to make a thrust at the knight's exposed outer neck. Seeing as the cavalier's attack would be made with him on his back, the strike itself would be severely lacking in force, but it should still be strong enough pierce skin if his aim was true.

[Color=008000][I]Now don't kill the bastard, just send him a message,[/I][/color] the cavalier reminded himself, grimacing from both the pain and his overall distaste for his current situation. [Color=008000][I] And that damn horse is certainly taking its sweet time.[/I][/color]