It took Thorin several moments to find his voice again, glancing from Serena to Bane before he nodded. "Azog is mine, I need to finish this. You two deal with the others." he murmured, lifting up Orcrist and grabbing a loose branch in his other hand to use as a shield. His mind made up, he ran with Orcrist up above his head straight towards Azog.


The Pale Orc grinned widely, the dwarf had done exactly what he had hoped, and nudged his warg into a leap towards the dwarf. He swung his mace and managed to hit Thorin, knocking him backwards. The warg landed and turned, prowling ominously back towards him again, and grabbed the dwarf in its jaws. There was a sickening crunching sound, and Thorin cried out in pain.