Neil was covered in dirt, tired, and still extremely woozy from the blow to the head. But he blinked rapidly, doing his best to gather himself up, comically confused at the sudden eruption of violence. He stood up to his full height as another volley of javelins flung above and past his head, seemingly oblivious to the danger. He placed a hand over his eyes as he gazed up at the ziggurat, squinting. "So what's happening?" 

He was subsequently yanked by Junebug out of the field as the tribesmen charged through it, clashing against the forces of the other tribesmen. Neil's brow furrowed in confusion, before Sayeeda screaming for him to get in shape somehow brought a tingling from his palm, which somehow jolted his system and brought him back to focus. He parted from her and gave a steadying breath. "I uh..." he said, running a hand through his hair. "I can get our weapons and Taya." He told her. "I know how to duck and dodge my way through shit. You watch my back." 

With that, the chaos of the warriors and the screaming non combatants on the stands would have daunted most anyone. But the crew of the [i]Highlander[/i] were made of sterner stuff. Neil knocked aside a warrior's whose back was turned, and as Junebug finished him off, Neil held his palm up to distract another warrior before he took his javelin and ran him through. It was when they broke through the line that it was a bit less dangerous, though still confusing as all hell. 

Neil leaped and vaulted up the stairs, yanking people off balance or out of the way and almost snake-like slipping through the crowd until he made it to the top with Junebug close behind, a few steps down. Wetumpkah had a nasty gash on his forehead, and the other Shamans seemed none the better. One of them was now dead, a dagger in his gut. Neil wasn't a political scientists, but this probably meant war so it was best to get the hell out of here. 

"Neil!" Taya called. She was on the ground, her legs scraped as if she had been roughly shoved. Thankfully she wasn't hurt, or worse, kidnapped and violated like he suspected would be a captured woman's fate. He dove around the Shamans, banging his knee but finding his balance and stumbling over to Taya, helping her up. "Where's the guns?" he asked her, and she nodded at the items below the wooden seats the nobility used. Neil grabbed ahold of his pistol and tossed Junebug her sidearm. It was good timing, because he suddenly felt healthy and supple arms cling to him, and the assistant woman was probably begging him to save her. 

"No no, he'll only kill you!" Neil yelled, as slowly as he could (like that would help her understand). 

"You!" Wetumpkah cried, pointing at Neil above the brawl. "Starman! She is mine by right!" 

"I don't claim anyone!" Neil cried, picking up Taya by sweeping her off her feet, not exactly having the means to keep the buxom assistant away from him as he leaped down the stairs. Somehow the assistant kept up as she made it down there, and Neil was wondering for the first time if she had been mistreated here with Wetumpkah. 

[i]Fuck it, not my call. I'm the pilot.[/i] Neil shot at a tribesman, the gunfire cracking so loudly a few of the tribesmen cried out in surprise and anguish. 
[@Penny]