Kuruharan started running back down the tracks - in that funny way dwarves have when they run - towards his supine friend, who was flat on his back and wheezing puffs of flame as he tried to catch his breath.
Merisuwyniel, immediately assessing the situation, leapt for the emergency brake cord of the subway car - which broke off and flopped loosely in her hands. Flinging aside the useless brakeline, she swiftly ran for the next car, as the train pulled farther and farther away from our fallen heroes on the track.
Suddenly through the gloom, Kuruharan noticed the red gleam of sneaky little eyes peering out and him and his reptilian compadre. He gasped in disbelief as hundreds of shining, metal-clad rodents started advancing slowly upon our plucky duo. A hideous squeaking noise was issuing not just from the mouths of the trackside vermin, but from their very joints, as well.
"Mice!" screamed Kuruharan. "Mithril-Munching Moria Mice!!!!"
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