Saeril stated as Azog charged, remarkably not being phased by the approaching creature he was perched upon. Closing her eyes, the she-elf bent down to one knee as if in prayer. Sheathing out the two curved daggers, she listened to the pacing footsteps of the warg, measuring its movements, its proximity, and its weight. Her elf-ear didn't fail her, before at the split second of it biting at her, she propelled her slim body over the beast, using the blades to cut its face, nearly at its eye. "Sons of Durin!", she shouted. "Retrieve your king!", telling the Dwarves to help their leader, who was nearly dying behind her. The she-elf gave another hiss at the Orc before hovering above the Dwarven King, shielding her now-friend from harm; the fire trailed its orange glow upon her figure, making her eyes seemingly glow in hatred at the Pale Orc. "Your blood will shed by my hand", she shot at him while having a dagger pointed at him.