Misty Mountains
Thorin Oakenshield POV
He looks at the man whose name is Tiberius Claudius, Prince and commander of this army which he says is from the Roman Empire. He does not know any kingdoms with that name, maybe they are from the far east? Or probably beyond the grey mountains, he remembers Tiberius and Garen's insult calling him a midget, a great offense to dwarves but when he said to them he was a dwarf he can see it in their eyes confusion, like they never knew what dwarves are just like those goblins.
He sees his fury for his men who died fighting for a battle that my companions dragged them into. He mourns for his soldiers, he knows what it feels like losing your people, when he lost his family from the battle of Azanulbizar and when Smaug devoured his kin and stole their home.
He regretted being too weak and failing his people and now he involved Tiberius and his legion to a battle they shouldn't even fight for.
"But I don't have a choice I must complete my quest no matter what, even if I involve bystanders."
He continues with his thoughts when Gandalf pointed and screamed something behind Tiberius. He looked at what he pointed at and gritted his teeth glaring at the Orc in front.
He furiously whispers his name as he clenches his fist.
"Azog"
The orc glares at him and senses his animosity. "Aavavack!"(Attack)
The orc shouts in black speech and charges towards him followed by other orcs. He sees the Romans lining up to block them but they're too late. Azog rams them with his huge white warg tossing the Romans far.
He unsheathed his blade and ran towards the orc followed by his companions.
"Intercept the other orcs! I'll deal with Azog!"
They followed his command and intercepted the orcs following Azog.
He arrived in front of Azog and pointed his blade while lifting his oak shield.
"That rotting wood of yours won't protect you anymore Oakenshield."
"I see you have a new arm" Thorin smiles as he mocks the orc before attacking.
The wolf tries to bite him but he rolled down to the right and stabbed it's side while raising his shield as Azog slammed his mace down.
BOOM!
A loud sound can be heard as the mace impacts his shield. "Looks like this wood can still protect me Azog!"
The orc growls and was about to swing his mace once more when he suddenly stops and looks at a galloping horse.
Riding that horse is Darius, one of the men with the Prince who saved him earlier. Darius grins as he swings his axe at Azog. The white warg quickly jumps back, dodging the strike before it can hit his master and the warg swiftly dashes forward to the side of the horse biting it then killing it.
Darius jumps from his horse and somersaults as he swing his axe down. The white warg dodges the axe but stumbles making Azog fall.
Thorin charges at Azog as they continue their battle once more.