As soon as they were trying to get their bearings together, a bright white light burst forth near the group and engulfed them all. As the dwarves blinked and looked about them, dazed, and the light cleared, they saw Gandalf standing there. Saeril sighed in relief. [i]'Thank Mahal...'[/i]

Bofur blinked in surprise, his heart rate never slowing. “Well, that could have been worse", though brightened for a moment, as Gandalf appeared. It was a good thing for a moment, until the heavy corpse of the Great Goblin landed on top of the wreckage, squishing the dwarves further. A few cried out and groaned in pain. Dwalin attempted to push some timber off of himself, Kili close by. “You’ve got to be joking!”

Seeing the corpse drop, Saeril gave a wince at the sight of them being crushed. Getting to her feet, she helped Yavanna to her feet, brushing some of the dirt off, before lifting some parts of the bridge, letting their companions squirm their way out. As she was about to move the piece that was above Kili, she couldn't but look up at the thousands of goblins running after them. "Time to go", she quickly said in a small voice as she managed to get the young dwarf and his brother out. "Come on!"

"There's only one thing that can save us now," the wizard clarified with an explanation, ushering the other dwarves towards the exit. "Daylight! Run, all of you!".