He arched an eyebrow, imaging what it would be like to go out like that, and then trying not to. He could think of several ways he'd rather meet his Maker.

"You give me a head's up too, huh? Can't say burnin' alive is quite the way I'd like to go." Reaching out, he patted Ellie's shoulder, then turned to Joel.

The man hadn't said it, but Wyatt could sense that he wasn't keen on having somebody hanging around. The two of them against the arena... Wyatt couldn't pretend he didn't understand.

"There's a man in here," he told him, eyes steady on Joel's. Hoping he would trust in the importance of what he was telling him. "Goes by the name'a Aunamee. Tall fella, dark hair. Smile's like a snake and slithers one too. He will kill the both'a ya, or worse, jus' as soon as look at ya."