“Watch how I do this, do you see? Just like this. Are you watching?”
Alainon has always been more about show than about substance. The strangest weapons, the flashiest armor, the grossest trophies: if it was bombastic, Alainon would do it, wear it, wield it. He won his share of battles, either fairly or by cheating, but his reputation was made being loud. With the zombie invasion, there’s nobody to care if he’s flashy and pretty and perfectly groomed. So he’s just going to have to kill zombies until someone has enough breathing room to admire him.