Well, Neil had originally had the idea that the Shaman would understand that he was from [i]Gods damned[/i] outer space and that they might give them some kind of inkling on what this sport was, but oh well. Improvising was something he did best, though he wasn't certain why Junebug joined him and yet wanted to kill him at the same time. It was supposed to be just his life on the line! (Or his chance to get a gilded reward). 

Either way, Radifiri seemed simple enough. Knock the ball into the painted holes and try to get around the team, or at least that was what the formations seemed to tell him. Neil dropped his shield on the onset, certain the item would just slow him down. Why were those tribal men using them anyway? It was just a ball after all. 

The 'teams' clashed, Neil and Junebug in the center of their line, therefore closest to the ball. Neil heard the clack of bone and wood colliding, and the screams of two of them men, but he was so intent on the ball he did not notice what was occurring around him. He managed to get his club around the ball and he shoved the ball closer to his feet before the other team got to it. He did so, so he would have a better chance controlling the ball. It was by sheer dumb luck he looked up and saw a club swinging for his head. 

He ducked just in time, the wind of the missed blow ruffling his tousled hair. "What in the hell!?" he exclaimed, clearly not understanding until now that this was a blood sport. Suddenly the shields made a ridiculous amount of sense, and Neil kicked the shins of the warrior that had attempted to brain him. The tribesman grunted and was distracted for a second long enough for Neil to backpedal with the ball, nearly juggling it with his club before he saw Sayeeda had moved forward. 

"Good thing I've played some skyball," he deadpanned to himself, referring to his home planet's pastime game where one was meant to keep the ball off the ground for added points. He knocked the ball up, and then knocked it again, sending it soaring over the head of the tribesman toward's Sayeeda's position. Neil was just in time to swing his club up to block a blow, and he fought for his life as the ball flew wide.  
[@Penny]