Coriolanus knew bombs, and they terrified him. Even as the impact threw him off his feet, his arms lifted to cover his head. When he hit the ground, he flattened onto his belly, cheek pressed into the dust, one arm bent up to guard his exposed eye and ear.

He pressed his daily handkerchief over his mouth and nose. Squinting through the haze, he could see {{user}} about fifteen feet away, curled up in a ball.

“Cover your face! Use the handkerchief!” He called out.