Someone help him, a woman had called, but as Alfred watched the lunatic (for a lunatic he surely must have been; he was down to his underwear now and although he was speaking his words were all but unintelligible) launch himself at the man who had stepped into his way, the prevailing thought on his mind was better him than me. And yes, he recognized that was uncharitable, but he'd just been hit by a rogue spell and had yet to pick his way out of the collapsed table, so he felt it only fair to leave the rescuing and containment efforts to someone else.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER