Snorri, swaying on his feet, gets into a defensive position, raising his shield awkwardly before his head and holding his hammer ready to strike. It may have looked admirable to see an obviously heavily injured dwarf getting up and ready to fight, if he wasn't facing the unmoving wall.
When the dwarf finally notices the snoring behind him, Snorri whispers, "It's trying to trick us! How could it sleep during a fight like this? Eh?"
He makes a few mock fighting motions towards the wall before dizziness overcomes him. With a sigh, Snorri lowers his shield and weapon.
"Don't feel so well," he mutters.