The bowmen, his hands slippery with tapir blood, initially misses the spear-armed Aztec but his second and third arrows thump home true. Before he can notch a fourth, the warrior priest is upon him. He reaches for his hunting knife, but with no shield to defend himself he succumbs to a single swing of the priests maquahuitl which instantly cripples him. In parallel to these events, the Aztec youth swings for the Chichimeca chief, but his blow swings high and the chief ducks out of the way. He quickly steadies himself on the balls of his feet before burying his hatchet into the back of the Aztecs head.