“Bullets flying around the short warriors, the Indians say their prayers.

"May our heads stay low, and our feet big, smelly, and stampy... Om..."

They ran out, to their dismay, to see Chaos Dwarves advancing.

"It is the Australians... And they are being led by the big one!" Commander Zee barked. "Grenadiers, distract them with the fireworks. Saws, stay low for now... This one's mine."

The front line crumbled, and the Chaos dwarves marched in, looking for the leader. But all the short ones looked the same, and the bashing happened indiscriminately. Poor Grenadier Joel was hit as he reared back, his head blown off by his own bomb. Seeing his best friend die, Commander Zee ran forwards, only to see the big one trip and fall at his feet. "Is this your surrender, rascal?" Zee asked, his foot raised high, and his buddies crowding around. "NEVER!" mooed the cow, to which Zee smashed his foot onto that huge forehead, repeatedly, until he was silent. Think the cow dead, he ran to help Moffett. However, the rest of the dwarves, seeing their dead leader, picked him up and ran.

Alas, he was merely knocked out. He awoke back at camp, cursing his cowardly crew.

Meanwhile, Jander and Ryan were awarded medals for their brave frontline duties. Joel was sent to the clerics, who patched him right back up. Private Jerry also joined our campaign, to show Indian supremacy yet again!”