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The battle seemed to be going ill for the dwarves. Bali had not seen any go down, but the Rhunians were pressing in on all sides. How could they all survive? It was but wishful thinking, and a leader does not wish. Snap out of it and fight! It could be you that goes down! The dwarf barely saw the knife flash towards him, and ducked to the side just in time before rendering its wielder lifeless.
Just then, two other Rhunians detached from the main group and charged him. Perhaps they had seen him as an authority figure, which was indeed correct. The dwarf whipped a hatchet at one of them (and missed), which was all he could do before they were upon him. Bali found himself retreating, blocking the two attackers as best he could. They were skilled warriors, and had it not been for the dwarf's own battle experience he would surely have fallen at once. But while backwards, however, the dwarf finally ran into trouble; the wall, that is. He could no longer swing his axe in such a tight position, and his assailants were closing in. No one can help you, Bali. You must survive on your own... for the company!
"Erebor!" With a long suppressed battle yell, Bali charged his opponents. Too surprised were they to defend against his rain of blows, and after running the first through, Bali avoiding a sword thrust and beheaded the second with a swift stroke. "Barak Ai Khazad! Khazad Ai Menu!" Yelling ancient battle cries, the dwarf charged every opponent before him, bringing them down with speed and ferocity. But before he could stop his forward movement, Bali found himself in the middle of the Rhunian force. Their surprise lasted only for a moment.
"Wir hev di kig! Wir hev di kig!" Bali's last thoughts before lapsing into unconciousness were about how closely the phrase the Rhunians were chanting resembled 'We have the King!'
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