Early next morning, he catches 3 perch with his ugly fishing rod, then fashions a bunch of arrow shafts from a board for the rest of the day. He sleeps without any dreams and wakes in the wee hours.
It's about 5 weeks until the middle of winter. There is still not much snow, so he heads out for a bit of exploring to eastward.
It's still early morning when from a hilltop he spots a man about 800 paces ahead toward the east. Mik drops his fur overcoat, water, and other stuff, then goes to investigate. Sneaking through the forest he sees one of the foreign enemy scouts, well armed with spear, axe, and bow. The man is unaware of Mik and lays down to rest, his head on a tree trunk.
Mik decides to drop his bow and sneak up with mace and shield. The man must be drunk or very confident in his safety because he doesn't wake up as Mik raises his mace to smash his skull. The man dies without waking... the 12th Njerpezit to fall.