The Great Goblin jumped a little (as much as his massive form would allow) when Saeril stompped a foot and spoke her piece. "A friend of Thorin's now, are you? Odd...considering your past." At that, he smirked crulley, then looked to the group of dwarves before him. Now that Azog was being sent for, he felt braver than he may have normally. “Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You’ll be beaten and battered, from racks you’ll be hung. You will lie down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin Town.” Again, he was trying to taunt them, he was daring them to make a move.

One of the goblins examined the weapons that they'd taken from the dwarves. Upon inspecting Thorin’s sword, Orcrist, the goblin gasped in horror and threw it away. Recognizing it, the goblins howled in fear and rage as they retreated from it; even the Goblin King staggered back to his throne, trampling many goblins on his way. “I know that sword! It is the Goblin­ Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks!”

At that, the Goblins begin whipping the dwarves with ropes and leaping upon them, biting and slashing with their mangled nails and crooked fangs.
The Great Goblin kept his distance, a wary eye upon the sword. “Slash them! Beat them! Shoot her down! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!”
To Kili's horror, the surrounding goblins drug Thorin down, and one of them pulled a knife in order to behead the king. "[i]THORIN![/i]"