You hear them as they fall; it's a sound to put gnawing fear in men's bellies and you're not altogether immune. Dvergr are heavy and these guys are no lightweights, you can't run properly with them over your shoulders but you try anyway. The blast, a sound you feel as it thumps through you with painful force, great plumes of dirt rise in the smoke. A closer one. Shrapnel buzzes past and your ears ring. Stink feels something rip into his thigh and he falls in a heap some 10 yards from the trench; he's well and truely awake this time but that leg's not working. Shells fall everywhere, it's not just you... only Stink, Slip and Poet see it because the dvergr they carry slow them. It's the best feeling in the world when Slip & Poet reach the trench... as Slip puts his wounded fellow down gently he trys to tell him he'll be ok, then as the guy slumps forward he sees the back of his head... or the pulped mess that's replaced it, helmet and all. (DC10 nausea). Poet puts Jinks down and is thanked by him, Jinks gets out a leather strip and bites onto it.