[Cimmerian]

Unknown to the elfin defenders, Azruk has sent two battations of his orcs led by his trusted Uruk Liutenants Deshnok and Ornahk to flank the citadel from opposing sides. They launch a savage assault onto the city's strongholds, gaining inch by inch.

As one battle rages on at the gates of the citadel another more violent one plays out by the Bruinin. Elf and Orc show new meanings and faces of bravery and savagery as they clash head on, years of pent-up strife, trauma and grudge exlpode across the battlefield.

And through it all the huge, dark frame of Azruk among so many paler ones, butchers a path of blood red savagery. Loosing sight of the object of his hatred in the chaotic melee, after felling her with a mortally wounding blow, he runs amok covered in elf blood, mowing down elf and orc alike in his blind rage.

Grinning maliciously at the feeble attempts of her magicks, he launches an elf corspe at Amandaluil which hits her square and drags her under the rabid stampede.

"Spellcast that, elf sorceress!'" he growls and turns away swinging his hefty sword and splitting a young elf skull into two.


Up on the orc-made terrace from where the Uruk archers assail, Narcis bellows that he has sensed Keldin approach. Azruk's eyes glow red and he laughs,"The old fool leaves the citadel open for attack...away orcs, have at the accursed elf creed."

He then instructs the hulking Kurhg, an uruk of troll like proportions to attack the two she-elves that were causing much canrnage at the expense of his orcs.

"Bring me the offspring of Elrond there, alive! ......slay the other one."

Kruhg grunts and surges ahead, skulls of fallen orc and elf alike crushing under his massive feet.