He jabbed his sword through a man's calf as he ducked, buckling him. He used the corpse to defend the poisoned spear points that came his way. And then with a swift toss, he sent the body amongst the ranks of the last handful of men. A stab to the stomach, a fist to the face, and a slash from shoulder to hip. They were dead within moments.
Alistar didn't have the time to be stunned. He saw an exposed back, and like the mercantile man that he'd become after abandoning his knighthood, he launched his attack, in a manner that all his old comrades would have deemed cowards.
