Alex was like a wolf who had found a flock of sheep to hunt much to his heart's content, he was hurrying ahead while slashing his sword at any enemy that caught his sight.
There were almost no wasted movements and no unnecessary swings. Every time he slashed his sword, the movement was short, simple and precise.
He didn't use powerful strokes to tear everything but sliced at the gaps in the armour and each of his attacks aimed at the opponent's weakness.
If he couldn't slit the throat, he would aim for the shoulder pockets, if he couldn't pierce through the armour, he would attack the face and if the face was covered with a helmet, he would dig his sword into the two eyelids holes of the helmet.
Bodies fell on the ground where Alex passed through.
He fought like a lone wolf taking on everyone alone.