"Oi! You lot are mine," grumbled Alistair. "Leave the broad alone and focus on me. I am your attacker, so what are you going to do? Assess the situation and take a vote?"

He knew that a man (Esme) was behind him. "Frontal attack, lad. Now if we wanted to be sneaky, we would have snuck up behind you so get in front of me with your other mates."

Alistair stepped to one side and assumed an attacking position. Little did he know was that his left boot heel was an inch away from a puddle of Gobstone goo.