Some goblins were kicked, some were shoved, others were beheaded and stabbed. Fili narrowly missed being shot, but he thought quickly and signaled Kili to help him with the ladder, pushing off the many goblins that were rushing towards them, in the process. As they made it the bridges, they swayed dangerously, but they made it to the final platform. This was the only path that lead outside.

As they attempted to cross, the Goblin King suddenly broke through from underneath, and pulled himself up onto the bridge in front of the Company. At the same moment, hundreds of goblins approached them from all sides. "You thought you could escape me?", The Gobin King stepped towards them, mace in hand, then brought it back to swing. "What are you going to do now?"

From above, Saeril took notice of the Goblin King blocking their path. At full speed in flight, she sliced at the hand that held the mace, that was about to be swung, before slicing his middle clean open. After a brief pause, the Goblin King looked to his wound, then back to the group. "That'll do it", and with a final swing, Saeril slit his throat. 

His weight was causing the bridge to shake, and the section of the bridge on which the company stood upon, broke away from the rest of the bridge, and started to slide down the side of the cavern at an alarming pace. Everything was demolished on the way, and there were plenty of yells and screams from varying members. As the bridge fell, Saeril took notice upon Yavanna and the dwarves falling with it. She tried to catch up with them, but lost her wind current, and fell with them. The bridge slowed just in time, breaking apart, and burying the dwarves in the timber and wood; the winged she-elf landing non-gracefully, just a few feet away from the wreckage.