Those were some big ass worms. They'd certainly fit right in in Tartarus. Percia watched the giant beasts crunch their way through the rock around them before they withdrew to allow the rather large forces of Azog's army through the tunnels. This was definitely going to be a big battle.
Behind her she could hear various people shifting with unease, likely wanting to get a better look, but the Elves kept them back. They needed to follow the plan. No reason to let Azog know they were on to him. On the main field the Dwarves were already repositioning their army to take on the approaching horde. The Elves and Men were subtly moving to extend the Dwarven lines of defense and fill in behind them.
To the north of the city a large horn sounded and she could see a flagging system. Rather impressive for such barbaric creatures. And now they knew where Azog would be watching the carnage from.
Percia remained calm, eyes watching the battle lines of the orcs. There were quite a few of them, and only half went to face the three armies on the field. Already she pulled on the water below preparing to call it forth for the first strike. One hand gripping Riptide and the other holding her pearl she murmured a small prayer to any gods willing to listen to help them win the day with as few casualties as possible.
A second horn blast sounded and she saw the Orc rear ranks turn to approach Dale. In the lead were several extremely large troll-like creatures. All of them looked as if they anticipated no resistance. Well, she'd just have to change that opinion.
Leaping onto the ledge of the parapet, she threw her hands wide, palms up. The water in the river reacted immediately, flying upwards in a huge wall of liquid, chunks of ice and rock held within the swirling weapon. Sadly she couldn't see their reactions, though she was sure it would be hilarious. Instead she motioned for the water to crash down on the advancing forces them directed it back towards the tunnels away from the main battle field. No need to harm their own fighters. When the water cleared a good half of the rear troops had been wiped out, not necessarily dead, but worse off than they were. Water was a far deadlier foe than many expected.
Before the second half of that force could react Argalad had his archers in position and firing away at the Orcs, taking them down in increasing numbers. Percia summoned triton after triton, throwing them with ease into the Orc ranks taking out a few as well. If only she could see the look on Azog's face, it was sure to be epic.
However, the Orcs did manage to rally enough to send their own arrows back towards the city, though not quite as accurate. The troll-things had also managed to survive the initial water assault and were fighting their way towards the city. Percia tried to knock them back with water but they kept coming. Resilient buggers.
A glance to the main battled field showed near chaos. The Elves and Men had some lines with archers working on the enemy, but their hand to hand fighters and the entire Dwarven force were fighting mass head on. It looked like a black swarm from where she stood, with minimal flashes of red and gold, silver and blue. At least the allies seemed to be doing fairly well against the Orcs, instead of being completely over run.
Her attention was taken when one of the troll-things managed to get to the wall of the city and ram into the side causing the ancient structure to crumble and open a hole. Percia darted along the edge easily maneuvering between the projectiles of both armies to jump onto the beast, Riptide slicing into its brain and ending its existence. As it fell she rolled away back onto her feet to face the Orcs that managed to follow the beast. Though not nearly as many as there could have been, there were still far more than she wanted.
The group paused for a moment to take her in, not really sure what they were seeing. Likely confused by her armor, but who knew with such creatures. Apparently the prospect of killing brought their courage back as they surged forward. Just as she clashed with the first few battle cries rang out around her as the men and women of Lake Town descended to protect their new city, managing to corral the Orcs and keep them from going further into the city.
Percia twirled, ducked, rolled, punched, kicked and parried with her advisories caught up in the thrill of battle. This is what she was born for, her demi-god blood rushing through her as she battled on. The few cuts and bruises the orcs landed were nothing to the killing blows she dealt out. Bodies piled up, sadly not all of them the Orcs.
She managed to rally enough people to push the orcs out the same hole in the wall they entered. This is what she wanted. Now outside the walls she could feel the river better and pulled hard on her power. Another wave rose up swiping at the orcs and tossing them several meters into the air. Most would not survive the drop, as she intended.
Overhead several arrows continued to rain down on the Orcs outside the walls. Some had headed towards the main bridge, which was still intact. A few groups had made it into the city, but the Elves and Men were working in tandem to keep their numbers down and defeat them. Out in the main battle field the fight was still going strong, though the Orcs clearly had not anticipated the organized front from the three armies. It seemed Dain finally realized the other two groups were indeed there to help and now they were fighting as one army, proving far more effective. She could not see much from this distance, but she could tell the Elves and Dwarves were devastating fights, even against the greater numbers.
Still numbers did count for something. She could see the main forces getting pushed back against the gates of Erebor. In an attempt to help them she focused on another part of her powers she rarely used. Pulling from both the sky and the water she created a water funnel, sending it sprawling into the rear ranks of the other army directing it away from the allied troops.
Sadly she couldn't keep it up as her attention was taken by a large group of orcs and other beasts. She might have called them giants, but after dealing with those of her world, they just didn't make the cut. Still they clearly identified her as the main threat. Took them long enough.
The enemy managed to surge forward and push back the few men and elves that were near her, leaving her completely circled. Gripping Riptide tight she rolled her shoulders to loosen them up, a small grin taking over. The Orcs in front of her stepped back slightly, seemingly unnerved. Perhaps she looked as intimidating as Nico had once suggested?
Nah.
Just as it looked like the attack would begin a loud horn sounded out across the field. It caused everyone to pause in their fighting and look towards Erebor. The horn sounded once more just before a something large smashed into the 'gate' Thorin had built to keep everyone out knocking it outward. Even from here she could hear the battle cries of Thorin and his twelve company members as they came pouring out of the mountain ready for battle. Hundreds of voices joined theirs as the allied forces rallied again and attacked the main enemy force.
Percia rolled her eyes in exasperation. Why were males so dramatic? She knew she couldn't blame it on the world she was in, because many of the guys in her home world, mostly gods, were exceptionally dramatic as well.
Huffing a bit, she got the attention of the Orcs around her. "Right, now that they've joined the fun. Can we get over with?"
Her words finally shook the Orcs out of their stupor and they renewed their attack. Once again she fell into the familiar pattern of the fight. Thank the gods for her ADHD, it certainly made keeping all of these opponents in her awareness zone. She didn't know how long this little melee lasted but soon enough it was down to her and a small handful of Orcs, the rest littering the ground around them.
Seriously, cleanup was going to be a bitch.
"Percia!" The familiar voice of Gandalf caught her attention though she couldn't look for him as she had more pressing matters to handle, specifically the two Orcs working to cut her down.
Suddenly a flash of grey appeared and one of her advisories disappeared making it easier to finish off the other one with a quick movement of her wrist. Should she be keeping score of how many she's managed to behead verse just stab? Sounds like something the Aries' cabin would do.
"Not too shabby, magic man," she quipped cheekily, grin only growing at his annoyed look.
"There is no time for sass young lady," he groused. "Legolas just arrived with news that Bolg is indeed bringing a second army from the north, as we feared. Bilbo has run off to warn Thorin and the others."
Percia's eyes swept to the main battle field. "He went back out there?"
"No," Gandalf informed her gravely causing her stomach to fill with lead. "He went up to Ravenhill."
"Ravenhill?" Gandalf pointed to where Azog had set up his little command center. "Of course they went there. All right, I'll head up there to make sure none of them do anything too stupid. Can you help hold down the fort here?"
Gandalf gave her a confused look for a second but nodded all the same having muddled through her unusual terminology. "We were advantageous to have predicted the battle thanks to your warning. We are much better off than we would have been, especially with the defense of Dale holding strong."
"Well, here's to seeing you after we finish this mess."
"Indeed."
The two parted ways as Percia ran towards Ravenhill, slicing at any enemies that stood in her way.