Zachary stared at the face of the losing man as he hung limply in the hands of the victorious brute.  He looked back at the medicine woman.  "In the Lord's name, let the poor man live."  Although by how badly the loser was profusely bleeding from his anus and the fact that they were in such an unsanitary jungle, Zachary didn't estimate the man's chances for survival to be terribly high.  However, compassion dictated that all life was sacred no matter how much a heathen they were.