Dain gritted his teeth and stood shoulder to shoulder with Kili. "Aye, Kili, you said you did not know me well before. There is no better way than to get to know another dwarf than in the heat and blood of battle. Let's hope that we will fight well and true, and live to see a better day, and toast each other's health.
"And I will second that," Kili responded with a roar. "And may we live to call each other cousin once again!"
Then the two dwarves unsheathed their weapons, and began to organize the new recruits, instructing them what to do and where to stand if the ongoing guards managed to slash through the defenses. The common room would not be easy to take or hold, for they must stop every one who came through seeking to capture Bali.
They ran rapidly for cover behind tables and under the bar, crouching down with their weapons held close and waiting for the first
sign that the enemy was upon them. They could hear the sound of warfare coming nearer as the first clashes broke out on the stairwell.
A roar went up, and out of nowhere a man, mortally injured, called out in pain, then collapsed with his body crashing down the stairs. Who had gutted him with a sword, Dain could not say. But the next one coming into the common room was not so bloody or dead. Kili stood up, weapon in hand, and charged forward to join the fray. All though the Inn could be heard the first sounds of frenzied fighting and striving.
[ March 03, 2003: Message edited by: Dain Ironfoot ]
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