Hearing his eldest nephew cry out for his brother, Thorin's heart sank deep within his chest. "Kili," he breathed, concern written all over his face. How badly had he been hit? From where he was, he could not see, nor could he move. Thorin was stuck at the gate, and their enemy was advancing upon them. "Dwalin! Where is he?!"

Dwalin did what he could to move himself, but he was still confined to the barrel. "I can't see him!" It was then that the company witnessed Saeril fly in, and she made quick work of the pale orc's vile son.
Saeril's interference bought them all extra time, especially Kili. Despite the pain in his leg, Kili managed to push himself up a second time. Teeth grit, he clasped both hands to the lever and pulled with as much strength as he could muster. To his relief, the gate gave way, and he fell once more, the company now able to advance through.

Tauriel ran in alongside Legolas, then changed direction in order to cut down the orcs in her path. By now, they'd managed to take out around half of them, but more and more came. "Look out!" She shot at an orc that had an arrow pointed towards Saeril, and then she moved to assist Legolas with clearing out the rest. Their aim was true, though they were badly outnumbered.