The sun was up and John Proudstar was nowhere to be found. That was because he had snuck off in the night during his sleep shift, headed towards the Hungan's village. He was crouched on a tree branch overlooking the wooden fortifications that the Hungan had raised; they were primitive and easily broken. John had taken no sort of preemptive strike, rather coming forth to scope out and make an early assessment.
An hour after dawn, he saw the first signs of the X-Men trailing behind him. As John could have and did easily predict, Wolverine had begun to tear in on him, but not before he was put in his place. John just accepted it this time, biting his tongue and waiting for orders. Gambit, Rogue and Kurt were to be the first inside the stronghold and find the location of the Hungan and the other X-Men. Kurt would teleport back to John, Peter and Wolverine and inform them of the location, and they would break through as a powerhouse strike force. A simple run-and-gun rescue mission, so they hoped.
John, Peter and Wolverine had made it as far as the entrance to the Hungan's long hut before being swamped by his forces. All of the innocent villagers had gathered around them to watch the fracas as the invaders were stopped. By his count, John had beaten at least five men within an inch of death, maybe more; he heard the sounds of constant explosion in the background and wondered what Gambit's headcount could be. Just as he was beginning to feel boxed in, as if the stream of tribesman was never-ending, he heard a great clap of thunder preceding the Hungan exiting his home.
The Hungan stood regally among his men, raising his arms to the sky and laughing like a loon. Behind him came most of the missing X-Men; they were all wearing tattered robes and looked malnourished, if not emaciated. Warren's wings, in one example, were missing several feathers and his wings appeared to have some form of mange. Storm, however, was missing from the group. Scott was the first to make a move, firing his beam directly at Wolverine, throwing him back. Bobby came at John, sending out his ice beams, but John was too quick and rolled out of his way. After sweeping Bobby's leg, John tackled him and knocked him unconscious with a forceful punch. Warren was quick to step into Bobby's place, but was in no fighting shape and was easily disabled.
With those two gone and the others occupying the new team of X-Men, John saw an opening to take The Hungan. John was on top of him without hesitation. He had vaulted nearly twenty feet to attack, spearing the Hungan with a football tackle and knocking him to the ground. The Hungan was no slouch, though, and easily wrestled John from the bottom, on his feet just as quickly as he'd been knocked down. He cracked John several times in the face and chest with the staff he carried, his skeletal face hauntingly determined. John blocked one of the blows, grabbing the staff and pulling the Hungan directly into his fist.
John and the Hungan were locked in combat, the Hungan surprisingly holding his own against the super-strong mutant. It seemed to be a stalemate against the backdrop of the chaos of erupting mutant power behind them, until John heard a frenzied call from Wolverine between hasty jumps as he dodged Scott's eye beams. He called out for John to break the staff, that the staff was the source of The Hungan's power, and to hurry, if he didn't mind. John smirked at the last remark; this would be the end of this false Chieftain. The next strike the Hungan made with his staff was the last as John grabbed the end and pulled it to him. He smashed the pole against the side of the Hungan's head, shattering it and knocking his opponent down in a daze. John pounced again, and in the top mounted position, began landing heavy punches and elbows, using nearly his entire force behind it. In his fury, John had become oblivious to the world around him and nearly swung on Wolverine and Peter when they pulled him off. John made sure that the disgusting false Chieftain was taken care of this time around.