Saeril listened to her godson's pleas, and she looked at the approaching Wargs before Thorin forced his nephew away. Looking back at the said-approaching pack, the she-elf first thought that she would end this by herself, but she couldn't be stubborn to let this be the last of her and Azog coming paths. He was for Thorin to slay, his vendetta. However, it didn't stop her from forcing herself to run at the approaching warg, and took flight right towards him. Stabbing the beast, the she-elf knocked it off the cliff nearby, before noticing herself being surrounded by the ferocious beasts. At least she would be able to slow them down for the company to flee. 

Running at her, Saeril made a 360 degree spin-attack with her daggers, before taking flight once again. Her leg throbbing in pain, but she ignored it. The Durin were at risk. "Climb into the trees!", she heard the wizard tell the company as they reached a dead end on the road.