Balin did what he could to shield his eyes from the rain. “This is no thunderstorm; it’s a thunder battle! Look!”
One of the stone giants reared back; it tore a massive boulder off from the top of the mountain and was ready to throw.
Bofur watched in awe as Saeril shielded them from the majority of the damage. Had she not swooped in as she had, they may have suffered a few casualties. “Well bless me, the legends are true. Giants! Stone giants!”
Even Thorin had to be thankful for his nephew's godmother during this time. “Take cover: you’ll fall!”
"What's happening??" Kili tried to hold on to what he could, but he slipped. Quickly, he regained his balance. The rain was relentless, and through it he saw some of the rocks hit Saeril. “[i]No![/i]”

It only got worse from there. The first giant threw a boulder into the air; a second giant appeared from behind the company, and was hit in the head. A few of the dwarves yelled at each other to brace and hold on, but the rocks beneath their feet started to give way from all the vibrations and from the impact of the falling rocks. The ground then split; part of the group was separated to one half, the rest on the other.