He felt the cold wind kiss the side of his face as Whirrun swung his sword in a great reaping circle. The man at the front didn't even have time to duck. The flat of the sheathed blade hit him on the side of the head, whipped him of his feet, turned him head over heels in the air and sent him crashing into the wall of the schack beside them upside down.
- Sharp Ends, The Fool Jobs