A thousand horrible shrieks filled the air just outside the doors, accompanied by the stench of blood and vomit. Stationed in the main dining hall, Captain Nishtun of the Crimson Sabres hunched forward, hands tightly gripping the magnificent golden battle axe Timnärildom. Aquamarine eyes trained on the granite door before him, the guard captain barely flinched as a loud bang filled the air, shaking the engraved stone beneath his feet. Several steps away Sodel gasped and hugged his iron crossbow closer to his copper breastplate, fear in his eyes and voice as he murmured "...was the stone traps." Beside him, a smaller dwarf who Nishtun did not recognize, likely a private in one of the newer squads, nervously readied his larch spear and murmured "Where is everyone?"
Nishtun cast his gaze about the room, and realized that the recruit spoke the truth: Where there should have been thirty dwarves in the dining room with him, there were maybe fifteen. The captain drew himself up to full height, and his high-pitched voice filled the cavernous dining hall "It dinnae matter, lad," he began, taking a step towards the door so that the others could see the legendary weapon he bore, "like as naeh, th' cowards're down in th' burrow behin' our floodgates. But it dinnae matter." The captain strode forward, pausing just before the door, and turned to face his troops, his voice echoed off the walls: "The Blockades an' the Wires're still oot thar, an' if ah know 'Cat' and 'Kel' thah'll be fightin' tah th' bitter end an' it's our job tah halp 'em. We've turned back gobbos b'fore, an' we'll do it again lads," he paused to nod to one of the women in the room, adding "an' lasses, an' we'll do it agahn 'r mah name ain't Nishtun!"
Nishtun raised Taperedfaint high in the air, and loosed a tremendous roar and the dwarves behind him did the same. The roar lifted him up, flung open the previously locked door, and pushed him outside like a surging tidal wave of blood and hate and vengeance.
The next Nishtun knew, he was surrounded by a small group of goblin hammermen. Vomit and blood soaked spears shot up from the ground only to disappear again, stones and cages plummeted down from above. Nishtun lashed out, only for one of his opponents to nimbly dance away. A hammer flew in from the side, and Nishtun's left arm went numb. As his copper shield slipped from his grasp, a second hammer shattered the breastplate, colliding with his back. As Nishtun fell, a throbbing pain filled his left leg and the world faded to black.
Edit: The battle was eventually won, though not without great loss. Nishtun is currently unconscious in the main walkway where he fell, and thirsty. I don't know if the medical dwarves will be able to reach him in time.