Durin stood at the top of a long flight of stairs with Kili and his father along side him. As the hall below silenced, Durin held his breath, hoping, but as the foot steps came up the stairs he greived, for it was only the Uruks.
He looked at the others and then held his axe up, waiting for the enemy to reach the top. Once they did, the three slashed at them, their weapons flying through the air. Durin slammed them into the walls, their bones crunching as the felt his axe strike against their ribs. As Durin jumped aside, missing being hit by inches, he felt another Uruk's weapon, peirce his leg. He swung at it, hitting it atop the head, and crushing its skull as he nelt down slightly to feel the raw flesh of his leg. He growled feircly and went after the others, not wanting to slow down just because he had been hurt, there was too much on the line.
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