In a sort of leaping stumble, as best as i can manage while dragging this now-unconcious oaf i have by the scruff of the neck, i take as much ground as possible towards the group in the largest leap i can muster. After that, i shove this over-bearing lout as best i can towards the man with the revolver, hoping to provide an adequate momentary distraction. Bringing the heavy head of my hammer around in a large, sweeping arc, i attempt to ride the momentum towards the man with the sword who leapt forward, and broadside him with a sturdy blow from my weapon. Warily, i eye the two unknowns in the battle, hoping they will draw sooner, rather than later, so i can plan accordingly.