Saeril smiled in thanks to the younger elf, before she turned her attention to Azog. The Orc growled in anger to see the acts of heroism from all present. "Have you come in an attempt to erase your crimes?", he looked up to Saeril before him, his soulless eyes reflecting the flames around them. In black speech, he cursed her name. "You, and the Son's of Durin will die on this day!", with that, he gave a roar and charged towards her, his mace in hand.

Saeril stayed put 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-ears didn't fail her; at the split second of it nearly biting at her, she propelled her slim body over the beast, using the blades to cut its face, nearly at its eye. 

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 with it.