[He feels Arthas stepping in behind him, and tries to pull away, to get his hand free of Ned's grip so he can draw his pistol, for whatever good it might do him. It's all too little far too late. The sword sinks into his chest and his whole body goes rigid against it. But it's over almost too soon for the pain to register as more than a look of surprise in those wide blue eyes. One final, sighing breath escapes him and his body crumples to the ground.]