"Alley-oop!" Alister leaped over the side of the railing, landing right on top of one of the mercs.
Oh, jeez, I think I broke his ankle. Oh well, nothing deadly.
He picked up the unconscious man and held him in front of him as the others tried to line up a shot at him. He spotted some cover and made for it, shoving, his shield into one of the conscious guards. A hail of bullets riddled the wall behind him, and as he slid behind a few boxes he got caught in the leg.
"Christ, that hurts." He looked closer at it to see the bullet had ripped through his costume. His skin was tough though, and the bullet had been stopped there, leaving behind a nasty bruise. He breathed a sigh of relief and held his sword close, waiting for the bullets to stop long enough to make his next move.