“Now the ladz scattered. Not quickly enough, in some cases: assorted body parts flew past Ufthak, too torn and mangled to be of any use to even the most desperate painboy. He actually tripped on a hand that someone had carelessly dropped, and went head over heels, landing on his back in the spoil and sliding gracelessly further down the slope as the filthy stuff shifted beneath his weight”
Book:Brutal Kunnin'