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24| 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

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— AS THORIN CHARGES FORWARD, DAIN RALLYING HIS MEN TO THEIR KING, THE DWARVEN ARMY FINALLY FINDS ITS SPEARHEAD. They become an impenetrable wall of muscle and steel at his back, rushing forth into the orc army and hitting them with crushing, devastating force. The ground clears at their backs as every orc and troll that confronts them falls to spear and sword and hammer and axe.

Through the fighting and surrounded by five large orcs, Thorin spots his cousin a short distance away. "Dain!"

"Thorin! Hold on!" The dwarf calls. "I'm coming!" He leaps up onto an orc's back, unshakable no matter how hard the beast tries until he finishes it off, Thorin slicing down the last of his remaining opposition with impressive speed. "Hey, cousin!" He grins. "What took you so long?"

Thorin laughs, pulling him into a brief, greeting embrace.

A screech alerts them to more orcs rushing them, but as they whirl to face them, A searing and blinding light suddenly slams into the ground so forcefully that over a dozen orcs are completely obliterated into ash, others howling in pain as they stumble away, covered in flames of crystal blue. As the heat dies down slightly, Throin lowers his arm from where it had been protecting his face, staring upward with wide eyes as a blood-curdling roar echoes across the sky.

Powerful wingbeats are nearly deafening in his ears before the dragon climbs back higher, twisting around with another roar as orc arrows either miss her wildly or bounce harmlessly off her scales. He watches as she continues down along the battlefield, diving and breathing long trails of fire through their ranks. A boulder from a catapult narrowly misses one of her wings, and she screeches in irritation, flying higher out of range.

"There's too many of these buggers, Thorin. That shapeshifter's impressive, but I don't think that's gonna last forever. I hope you've got a plan."

Pulling his eyes from Scarlett, Thorin sets his sights instead on Ravenhill, upon the watchtower there. "Aye. We're going to take out their leader."

Dain's eyes widen. "Azog?"

Thorin moves forward, clambering onto one of Dain's mountain goats. "I'm gonna kill that piece of filth."

"Thorin," Dain protests. "You can't do this. You're our king!"

"That is why I must do it."

"And how do you plan to fight your way, single-handed, to Ravenhill??"

"Halt!" One of Dain's war machines comes to a stop beside them, Driven by Balin with Dwalin, Fili and Kili riding along. "It's been a while since I've done this." Balin huffs.

With a shout, his goat rears, and Thorin charges forward. "To Ravenhill!"

"Hold tight, lads!" Without a beat of hesitation, they slam into the bulk of the orc forces, cutting through them with relentless brutality. Dwalin cackles like a maniac as he fires off round after round from the scorpion mounted to the cart into the masses, and Balin can't withhold a gleeful expression as the razor-like blades attacked to the wheels cut through any orcs that draw near like putty.

As if sensing their change in direction, the dragon in the sky banks around with a sharp trill, raining down fire and panic through the army around them to help ease their path.

"WATCH OUT!" At Kili's yell, they divert their path so the wheels shred off the heads of the six cave trolls headed their way before the cart slams down onto the surface of the frozen river. Another, much nastier creature jumps in after them now, crashing straight through the ice as it lands and charging straight through it towards them.