And so Atl returned back into the village where he heard the shrieking of villagers. One in particular caught his attention, mostly because it also had some meowing mixed alongside it. Atl rushed to the scene where he noticed a woman was trapped under a burning hunk of wood. Atl pondered on how strangely designed these huts were as he rushed towards the downed beam, and noticing a spot that was slightly elevated. He glanced at the stolen spear. "Hope it strong like stone." Atl grumbled to himself as he delved the spear into the downed structure. As he secured the spear into the ground, Atl pushed up the spear, as the piece began to lift slightly.

Slayer quickly escaped from the burning wood just as the spear snapped. Atl smiled at his cat, "Slayer! No do that again!" He said wagging his left index finger. While he did that, the young woman under the beam, with her left half of her face covered in scars continued coughing horrendously from the smoke. She stared at Atl, as her pupil quivered in fear, and giving the savage a pleading look.

Atl considered ditching the Tribal Woman so he could return to the slaughter, after all he had Slayer, which was his only purpose here. Then the thought occurred, this [i]was[/i] the Cheiftain's Village. Atl knew what he'd have to do, and he began laughing, knowing he'd fully appreciate the next battle. And so he leaned down and approached the structure. Atl used his left arm and shoulder to secure onto the burning wood. Atl felt his flesh burning as he smiled, knowing the battle would be glorious. Oh and the fact no one seemed to be trying to fight him as he was saving a tribal woman. Though Atl was also slightly disappointed at that, it would have been a fun fight. They must've been busy with the rest of the tribe. As sweat went down his brow, he continued lifting it up, until he saw the woman began to crawl underneath it and manage to free herself. Atl promptly dropped the structure as he glanced at the marks of the flame, and moved his left arm, noticing yes, it did hurt to move it. 

The woman's lip quivered as she muttered out, "T-thank y-" She stared at Atl surprised, noticing the fact that a [i]Savage[/i] saved her. Atl merely gave a nod, "I go back fight now. You same." He glanced down at Slayer, who had a bit of fur singed. "Need weapon." Atl said, as he decided to glance at the Tribal Woman he said, dressed in strange garments which of course were blackened and charred. "Weapons." Figuring he should at least give the woman a weapon. After all, how could she help defend to the best of her ability if she was unarmed. 

That, is when Atl decided the most obvious course of action would be to grab some of the chunks of wood which were not on fire. Quickly he picked up a wood plank, and tossed it towards the woman. "I-I don-" Atl took another wood plank, "Hit. Hit rival warriors hard." He used his right hand as he demonstrated a swing with the wood plank. "... Follow me." Atl stated.

The woman, followed the Savage, as did Slayer. Atl glanced down as he noticed some discarded slave rope, oh and a charging Metal Man of Green, armed with a large shield upon his his left and a spiked mace within his right.

"New slaves..." The man muttered behind his helmet as he commanded his horse to draw near the Savage, Slayer, and the Woman. The horse trampled past as he swung his mace down towards Atl who jumped back from the attack. The horse continued galloping forwards as the Knight quickly pressed upon the steed. 
"Dreadful beast! Towards the Slaves!" The knight said exacerbated at the, most likely new steed which had yet to fully be trained. It continued going forth, before tripping over an already dead horse, not having the sense to avoid it appeared. The knight tumbled off the steed, falling upon his chest. 

That did not stop the Metal Man for long as he quickly got up and rushed towards the Savage, Slayer and the Woman. Atl held out his wood plank, ready for action.

 Atl glanced at the woman, who stared at him with fear in her eyes. "Woman. Other weapon, get." He said, having the suspicion that, the wood plank, would not be the best tool for the job. But damn if it wouldn't be fun. "CRUSH! KILL! MAIM!" He howled out, as his opponent was dawning upon him.