Junebug stood beside Neil leaning on her staff. She was keyed up, way too keyed up, and her skin prickled with adrenaline. After years of action her body was struggling to separate the stimuli of games from the stimuli of war. It made her queasy and made her palms itch for a weapon. Sweat glistened on her body despite several attempts to wipe it away with the cloak of feathers she had been given, the material was just not adsorbent enough to do the job.

"Haven't a clue but I don't like the smell of it," she commented glancing around at the locals. Their faces seemed to be mixed between confusion and fear, not a particularly good sign for a celebration. The Shaman were gesticulating at each other now, more agressive now that the traditional forms of greeting had been expended.
 
"...honor of our...not you..." angry semi intelligent voices sounded in Junebug's ear. Her face blanked to the neutral expression she wore when she was confused before she realised that Taya, still seated by the Wetumpkah had activated her implant and was transmitting the conversation to her.

"I like, really don't like where..." Junebug began as she tried to parse the archaic language but before she could finish the thought Wetumkah shot to his feet and struck one of the other shaman across the face with a full armed blow. The servant girl, apparently taking a moment away from mooning over Neil, screamed as another of the shaman drew a dagger of some sort of black volanic glass from his robes and lunged at Wetumpkah.

"Break! Taya get clear!" Junebug shouted, trusting her military grade radio to squash the girls more ornate but less powerful civilian model. The teir of the Zigguarat was descending into a chaos of flying crockery and flailing fists. Cries of horror and outrage gripped the crowd as half the men rushed towards the base of the pyramid and the other half tried to flee into the low structures of the village. Whether by luck or bad timing a score of warriors trotted from the treeline in full ceremonial war gear. The doubtless had intended to take part in the games but seeing their Shaman under attack rushed towards the villagers, flinging spears and screaming guttural war cries. Junebug hardly had time to pivot and duck behind her shield, covering Neil as well before the flight of missiles plunged down one slamming into her shield with a musical thunk.

"Go go go!" Junebug yelled, tossing aside her staff and plucking the spear from the shield. Both of their weapons were on the top tier with Taya and the stars alone knew whether the girl would think to grab them. Even as she spoke a disorganized group of native warriors with bone swords and rock clubs rushed from the huts to crash into the interlopers. This was going to get really messy.

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