[He's not as dumb in fights as he is in just about anything normal.]

Yet.

[He narrows his eyes for a moment at what looks like a bloody windmill, and skids to a stop. Charging into something rotating this fast would end in broken things unless he manages to catch it. Different plan.]

[He whips some Hell Bugs the man's way and jumps onto the nearest rock sticking out of the ground to get a look at the altar area. Maybe there's some magical stone to break or shaman guy to kill, and this madness will end neatly. And he can finally go have a shower and wash his hair.]