Atl finished up some war-painting, using the blood of the fallen opponent, and he did have the mace ready. He glanced down at his cat Slayer, who meowed at him. Then he glanced at the tribal woman he saved earlier. Then, Pale Hide Who Values No Honor, grew near him and shouted something about needing help, as he was reaching for his weapon. Atl glanced at Joachim, and gave a simple nod. "Yes." He readied his mace again, ready to kill, and if time allowed paint himself in more blood.