Narrator: A moment ago Private Aardman deflected a bullet with his nose.
Narrator: It was meant for Ensign Ventura's face.
Narrator: Ensign Ventura and her fallen comrades were then set upon by an angry mob.
Narrator: They had clubs, chains, knives, and one armor-piercing pistol. . .
Narrator: She had powered fullerene body armor and a green belt in Shotokan karate.
Para Ventura: Next?
Narrator: It was not a fair fight.