Atl readied himself for the battle, an honorable fight where no, Atl squinted as he saw Joachim rushing towards his foe. "METAL MAN!" Atl held onto the piece of wood as he chucked it towards Joachim, while the knight, rushed towards the left side, to avoid the chucked wood, that was not coming towards him, but towards Joachim. Atl would not have anyone sullying the honor of this battle. Atl shouted out, "WE FIGHT WITH HONOR!" as the woman who he saved just looked at the Savage incredulously, wondering why they did that at all. 

The Knight, was perplexed by that shout, as he decided to cock his head to the side, and, ... there was someone else who could have easily killed him! "T-that Savage, di-" He grumbled out. As finished the trek to Atl, he quickly disposed of his shield, tossing it in a random direction, away from the woman and the savage. He used his free left hand as he took off his helmet, revealing his face. The man had bright blue eyes, and light blond hair. He had a rather bushy beard, and had the top of his head shaved so only a small bit of hair remained. Under his right eye there was a deep scar. "... Savage. I thank you." He said, genuinely happy that the Savage saved his life, and would allow him to have honorable combat. "I a-" He said, only to be interrupted by a screaming renegade foot-soldier who was wielding a spiked club. As the footsoldier charged up, the knight drew his own club and slammed it deep into the footsoldier's face, as some teeth fell from the man's head. 

Pulling his own mace out, he grabbed the other with his free hand and tossed it towards the Savage. "Now. We can fight honorably. Savage you are good with a club yes?" Atl nodded, as he picked it up with his right hand and began swinging it to get a feel for it. The Knight smiled, "I am Barnaby Averill." Atl nodded, "Atl Etzli." Barnaby swung his mace, "Wonderful. ... I trust you wish to get straight to it then?" Atl nodded, confirming that he'd much rather not hear any more talk, but would instead prefer to fight. 

Barnaby rushed up towards Atl as he swung his mace down in downwards diagonal fashion to strike Atl's chest. Atl, jumped back as he swung his mace to strike Barnaby in his right arm. Barnaby parried the blow with his own mace, before he hopped back. He ran up towards Atl as he swung again, keeping it level as he aimed for Atl's left arm. He scored a blow, though not as well as he would've liked, as the spikes of his club did not hit bone, but merely tore through the flesh. Atl smiled, rather happy that Barnaby drew blood. "Nice hit." Barnaby chuckled, amused at the opponent who was happy to have been hit. Atl rushed towards Barnaby as he swung at his right arm. Barnaby drew it back, his right gauntlets were struck as the mace pierced through his plating, striking its own blood. He dropped the mace from the pain. Barnaby scowled as he quickly swung with his left arm to jab the Savage. Atl leaned back as he pulled out the mace, noticing in the distance there were still troops that needed to be slaughtered. As he pulled it out, he swung the mace at Barnaby's face. Unfortunately for Barnaby, he was not swift enough to avoid the strike, and as such had his face smashed in with the mace. Atl paused as he ripped the mace out, as Barnaby fell to the ground. He glanced back, noticing that Slayer was still safe, then to the woman, who was watching the fight.

He reached at Barnaby's corpse as he placed the mace down, as he collected blood. He then smeared it over his lower jaw, before picking up the mace again, ready to fight off the rest.