Back in the city of Dale, Bilbo and Gandalf look out at the plain from an abandoned causeway and see what is happening.
"The dwarves and elves." Bilbo spoke happily. "They're rallying."
"They are rallying to their kings." Gandalf replied happily as well.
Meanwhile, Bard, Razanur Tûk, and Buffy rally their armies together.
"They're coming." Bard said quietly.
"I know." Buffy nodded her head a bit and turned to look at him. "We can't back down."
"Faith, get some archers on top of that building." Wesley instructed. "Give them a full surprise."
"Right." Faith complied with a grin.
Bard didn't look so happy.
"What's wrong?" Giles asked him.
"I let myself imagine this city restored." Bard said. "We would take what had been destroyed and rebuild it. It would wash away this sadness, and the streets would once again be filled with life. Full of hope."
"Bard, there's no time for ytou to despair." Buffy said, giving him a brave look on her face. "You have gave your people hope already. Look how many of them standing beside you. I know some had died defending this city, including my own, but for what?"
"What would you have us do?" Bard asked her.
"What she is saying is, don't despair." Anya spoke. "It will not bring you and your people hope."
"If you all stand strong, then there will be a great chance you'll have hope." Xander said. "Buffy gave every person hope in her... city, and we will do the the exact same thing if we fight together as one."
"That's what makes us stronger." Gwen smiled at Bard. "Underneath all that blood and dirt, there is a chance of new life."
Bard turns around to face his people who were waiting for orders. Without hesitating, Bard shouts to them. "Any men who want to give their last - follow me!"
Together, all three armies charge through the city and clash with the orcs and goblins.
Inside the Great Hall, many of the civilians were huddling together when Hilda grabs a spear.
"I say we stand with our warriors in life and in death!" Hilda exclaimed bravily. "Arm yourselves!"
Many of the civilians, especially the elderly, grab their weapons and follow her. Bain, Sigrid, and Tilda all grab swords and begin to walk out.
"Come with us, love." A woman spoke to an old lady sitting hunched over under her shawl.
"No, no, no!" The hunched woman said. "You leave an old woman be."
"Don't be afraid." The woman spoke softly, trying to comfort her.
The "woman" under the shawl suddenly stops using the fake voice and speaks in a male voice.
"I said get off!" The man growled.
Hilda could tell who the man was. She reaches over and yanks off the shawl. The man was revealed to be Alfrid, who was trying to diguise himself as an old lady.
"Alfrid Lickspill, you are a coward!" Hilda spat in disgust.
"Coward? Not every man is brave enough to wear a corsett!" Alfrid spat back at her.
"You're not a man, you're a weasel." Hilda responded back as an insult to him.
As the others grab whatever tools or weapons they can find to join the battle, an urn falls over, and Alfrid sees it fall. It breaks open to reveal that it was full of gold and silver coins.