Riv's Hamlet

The sweep with the shotgun neatly knocks the Drone's feet out from under it, causing it to tumble comically and land facefirst in the mud. Although it's spastic, uncoordinated attempts to get back up are no doubt hilarious, the braindead creature slipping and falling down again no less than four times, I'd hate to be poor Rick when it finally manages to regain it's footing.

Riv's Hamlet- Ruins

In that case, there's little chance the speed freak will be rejoining the fray anytime soon. Of course, it also means that with one dead leg, he's pretty much a sitting duck should Javert return to finish him off, a fact he's all too aware of. Which is why the villager tries to crawl away while Javert's attention is elsewhere, heading for a mostly intact building a couple feet away and, unbeknownst to him, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

The other villagers aren't so lucky.

The one wielding the pitchfork barely has time to register the makeshift weapon being cut in half, trying to stab at Javert with the now useless farming implement, before he himself is neatly bisected at the neck, his head rolling away across the ground as his body topples over.

The one with the old eight-shot pistol suffers equally, losing his right hand to single swipe of the powerblade. He screams in pain, grabbing the bleeding stump and trying to run, although bloodloss and shock ensures that that he doesn't exactly run fast. Certainly nowhere near as fast as he'd like to.

The one with the shotgun is the only one who manages to react in time to avoid dismemberment, raising the lever-action firearm to block the incoming blade. Chances are the shotgun gets cut in half, but it still saves the poor fellow from losing his hands. Tossing the wrecked gun aside, he tries to tackle Javert, an action that is likely as futile as it is desperate.