As the Irishman taunted father Jacobs with his query, Aleksander noticed the thin brown man going to work on the executioner, and thought to himself "what's my angle.. where can I make my move." And what came over him next even he can't comprehend... 

[color=fff79a][i]"Hey father!"[/i][/color] bellowed Aleksander.

... As this turned father Jacobs head toward the unhollowed knight, Aleksander projectile vomited all over his mark despite the half dozen feet that separated them. The crowd instantly burst into laughter, jeering and pointing at the sin-riddled holy man.