[Himaran]

Dwali watched as Zuromor headed back towards the spider, sword in hand. He seemed as if one marching fearless toward death; not his death, but that of an enemy. And I will take part in its death. For Bror... and Dorim! The dwarf wiped his eyes and, ignoring the protests of Grash, readied his axe and followed the man. It would be his last part in this dreadful tale, most likely; but he was prepared to face that doom. Dwali's entire life had been a cascading waterfall of hatred and loss. At last, he could relieve himself of all the anger... and put it to good use. "Go on," he shouted to the others. "Get Bror out of here. He, if any of us, deserves to see the light on the other side of the mountains." With that, he gritted his teeth and ran.

The sight which soon met his bloodshot eyes was, for lack of a serious description, comical. Zuromor sat perched atop the great spider, as she reared and pranced around the cavern like a bucking steed. The man would, at regular intervals, stab or slash at the beast with his sword; which merely increased the speed of her already frantic movement. A look of surprise mingled with gratitude shown in the man's eyes when Dwali entered his view, and the dwarf wasted no time before calling out to him. "Khazad Ai Menu! For Dorim!" Mixing Khazad with the common tongue, he entered the fray; slashing at the virtually shreaded legs which appeared before him.

The dwarf's axe whirled in a frenzy, as if an intelligent creature. It struck at every moving thing, were it stomach, foor or leg. Dwali then made an agressive decision and dove underneath the arachnid, only to find a stinger hovering above him. It crashed to the ground seconds after he rolled, only to rise and fall again. The dwarf tumbled around in a sporatic patern, swinging at anything which presented itself while evading the possibility of being skewered. But then Dwali's moderate fortunes turned for the worse, as the hefty axe was knocked out of his hand.

Without thinking, the dwarf dove forward, accidentally grabbing one of Shelob's remaining legs. It would have been a surprisingly smart move, had he gripped tighter. Much to his dismay, Dwali found himself thrown across the room... only to crash on a small plateau. He stood slowly, seeing mostly exploding lights and darkness. But as his vision cleared, the dwarf could make out the form of the spider across the room; still reeling from Zuromor's constant assault. Stuck some thirty feet above the stone floor, he could only watch helplessly as the drama unfolded below...