As Tor'vak exclaimed that there were Alliance members ahead, the large halfbreed words more of a guttural shout than anything else, Tal let out a soft sigh and cracked his neck sharply. Honestly, the Half-Ogre lacked even the slightest bit of strategy, let alone subtlety. The group of Alliance obviously weren't aware that their group had been approaching, but any potential for surprise that they'd had was lost with the enormous Horde member's thunderous sprinting, booming shout, and dramatic entrance. Atal'jin had to wonder whether or not the Alliance would have full barricades and defensive structures erected by the time the rest of their group got to them.<br/><br/>Then again, Tor'vak<em>was</em>good at producing a shock factor, if nothing else, and most would be stunned for a moment or two by his sheer ferocity, if nothing else. Despite all of that, Atal'jin wanted to wet his own whistle, so to speak, and quickly set into a sprint after the crazed orc and ogre mix. His lithe formed stopped several yards up the ramp from the Alliance though, where Tal proceeded to prepare his magics, though he preferred calling them Jujus. Within moments, he had conjured a totem which radiated a protective link to those around him that Atal'jin perceived as allies. Thanks to Tal's working a bit of voodoo into the typically shamanistic practice of totem usage, the link would connect the souls of those it was applied to, causing their different strengths to overlap and help cover their respective weaknesses. The party he was with, like most Horde, preferred brutal offensive tactics, but Tal had always felt that preparing defensive measures was invaluable in battle.