"Course not." Kili smirked in order to mask any sense of worry he may have shown. Fili's confidence was enough for the two of them, and he started to relax his grip on the bow when he saw evidence of their godmother not feeling well. "What is it?" Concerned, the youngest tried to read her features, but then a warg charged into the clearing. Within seconds, their attacker was heading towards Fili.
Kili's brown eyes widened in panic, and on impulse he moved towards his brother in order to pull him out of harm's way. "[i]FILI![/i]" The beast may have mauled Fili if not for Saeril.

"I'll draw them off!" Radagast believed that there were more wargs than the company would be prepared for. With his rhosgobel rabbits pulling his makeshift sleigh, he knew that he could cover more ground (and at a much faster pace) than a group of sixteen. With that, he took off once more, and by doing so he redirected the majority of the wargs to him.

Unfortunately, his efforts were not enough to be shed of them all.
More and more howls indicated that a secondary pack was coming, and Kili nocked an arrow, his heart pounding in his chest. How could he have been so foolish? Had he been prepared, he could have taken that warg down before he reached his brother. Saeril had to fly in to save Fili, and she could have been hurt. "There's more coming!" Kili took aim, shot one of the orc riders, then fumbled for another arrow. 

Thorin swung his elven sword at one, cutting the beast down before it could bring harm to his kin. "Kili! Shoot them!" This was easier said than done; they were very well surrounded, and more were on the way even after these.

Kili did as told. As swiftly as he could, he shot the wargs with precision enough to kill with one blow between the eyes. This could only go on for so long, however. "Where is Gandalf?" Kili had hoped that their wizard might cast a spell to be rid of their attackers, but he was nowhere in sight.

"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin cut an orc down, his mouth set in a grim line. They had no choice but to fight until every warg and orc was taken down; the ponies had bolted as soon as the pack had arrived.