Huli Tribal Woman with her Drum 

Not waiting to see what was coming next, I weighed out the options, and none were particularly good.  One, I could jump on the bike and hightail it down the hill back in the direction in which I had just come, hoping not to get hit, but my destination was up the hill, past these guys.  Or, I could step out into the open, surrendering, hoping this was all just fun and games and we laugh and become friends.  And three, I could take charge and go on a "wild man" rock attack.  Surely my aim, and 'fastball' was better than theirs.  Only problem, how many were out there?  Surely they were afraid of me, or why else would they be hiding, taking cheap shots from behind trees?  I was more afraid of spears and arrows than I was of their rocks.

Another barrage of rocks came, none hitting their target, then stopped again.  They must not have a stash of rocks, needing to hunt for some between barrages.  Spotting several warriors searching the ground for ammo, I kept gathering rocks, mostly those which they had thrown. Most were too big to be used for throwing rocks, but might serve in close combat, if it were to come down to that.