Atal'jin held back for the first minute of the battle, simply watching how everything played out so that he could react; after all, someone needed to be aware of more than what was happening a foot in front of them. His head cocked to the side as Bron and Tor'vak suddenly seemed more geared toward taking prisoners rather than unleashing death. Perhaps they meant to have some fun? Slavery always brought coin as well. Tal was surprised; the larger Horde hadn't struck him as ones to possess foresight. But, when Bron began shouting at the various Alliance, in astoundingly fluent Common, Atal'jin let out a groan and felt his hand smack against his face. "Mage, we ave your companions! Stan' down an' liv!" The Troll repeated in a mocking tone, shaking his head. "Wen did we becum soh puhthetik?" Tal was all for threats, but trying to end a battle in such a way disgusted him.<br/><br/>As it was, Bron's would-be threats hardly seemed to affect, or perhaps simply they didn't register, the Alliance. Zael'Fara, Tal's fellow Troll, had a beautifully colored Night Elf pinned to the ground, and already looked as though she was toying with her. The sight made Atal'jin lick his lips hungrily, but there was still work to be done. Then, out of nowhere, another woman brought a spark of fight back into the Alliance. She was a Draenei, a race that Tal wasn't very familiar with but whose exotic characteristics fascinated him. At the realization that she was one of those...Death Knights, little more than a walking corpse, his nose wrinkled and he charged down closer to the battle. Before he got very close, however, Zael had been kicked across the ground and the Night Elf was able to get to her feet.<br/><br/>Only moments later, a ghoul, rotting corpses acting as nothing more than puppets, charged toward Tor’vak and looked as though it might rip the half-orc’s throat out.<em>Decisions, decisions…</em>Tal let out a sigh before taking a deep breath, knowing the red color of his eyes was growing in intensity as he began channeling both shamanistic and voodoo energies simultaneously. Creating a link with the ancestral spirits of his people and the very earth, a chilling howl filled the area as a semi-ethereal form, in the shape of a wolf, materialized in front of the Troll and set off toward Tor’vak. As it neared, the wolf lunged forward, most likely colliding into the ghoul’s side unless the corpse noticed it. Confident in his minion to handle the ghoul, Atal’jin turned to face a vulnerable Zael and a Night Elf that was armed once again. Red eyes narrowed as Tal took on a fighting stance, body tense and weight on the balls of his feet, even as the air around his hands took on a blue hue, faint crackling breaking the air as it was charged, lightning prepared to form when Atal’jin willed it to. The Night Elf took off, charging at Bron, before he had time to do anything though. Tal grunted in annoyance and set off after the rogue, his left arm swinging back and then sling-shotting forward as she struck at Bron’s leg. Moving, literally, the speed of light, the lightning neared her back as she struck.