Stomping the Pilgrims

"Tannzer! Look out!"

The weight of the halberd's axe head took it nigh to the ground. As the artisan leaned back on the shaft to control it. Tannhauser closed and severed his windpipe with a back stroke under the chin. He bore down on the others without watching him fall. The lantern was already moving away back towards the Pont au Change. Its faint light betrayed the shapes of the three men left behind. Tannhauser raised the sword two-handed and feigned a head strike at the nearest. It was the dyer.Two stained fists raised the halberd shaft broadside to ward him, as expected. Tannhauser whipped the blade back down in an oblique arc, putting his back and chest into the hip swing. He chopped into the dyer's left leg and cleaved the bone where it was narrowest, two inches north of the knee. He cut clean through the thigh on the pull.

He stepped around the dyer to put him in the way of the next man, who was young and brawny enough to be keen to have at him. The brawny one wasted a blink on the severed leg and Tannhauser was on him, swatting the halbert across the man's body with his left hand, and running the sword beneath the left ribs. He pulled short and palmed the ricasso [a knife] from above and sliced down through the colon. He swept his ankles with the sole of his boot and the brawny one fell with a brawny wail of dismay.
-TTCoP. pg. 633