On the battlefield, Thórin, while separate from his nephews, slew an orc that tried to slash the dwarf king down. He turns to see his cousin Dáin, who was not far away.
"Dáin!" Thórin called to him.
"Thórin!" Dáin called back loudly as he climbed on the back of large Guldur Orc. "Hold on! I'm coming!"
Together, the two dwarf cousins continue to kill off several goblins and orcs, all the while getting closer to each other.
"Hey cousin!" Dáin shouted happily when he bashed an orc in the face with is hammer. "What took you so long?"
In a brief respite, they are able to meet and hug each other happily.
"There's too many of these buggars, Thórin." Dáin said, observing the numbers, and turned back to face him. "I hope you've got a plan."
Thórin looks up and sees the hilltop on which Azog's wooden machines and signalling orders. "Aye." He whispered in response. "We're going to take out their leader."
"Azog." Dáin breathed.
Thórin strides forward and mounts a large goat that Dáin's army had brought, and responded sharply. "I'm gonna kill that piece of filth!"
"Thórin, you cannot do this." Dáin pleaded. "You're our king."
"That is why I must do it." Thórin said.
"Oh really?" Spike asked, pretending to sound a bit surprised when he approched Thórin from behind. "Then how do you plan to fight your bloody way single-handed to Raven Hill?"
"You can't do this alone, Thórin." Dáin warned.
"Who says I can't do this alone?" Thórin asked.
Seconds later, Spike and Dáin turn around and see a chariot striding towards them. With eight large unarmored goats pulling the chariot, Sophie, Bálin, Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli were among the dwarves that were onboard.
"It's been a while since I've done this." Bálin said happily, who was holding the ropes to control the goats.
"Well if your going to take down the Defiler yourself, then I'm coming with you!" Spike exclaimed as he ran around to get himself on and pushed Kíli. "Out of the way! We got two kingdoms to save!"
"I can't believe I'm really doing this." Sophie breathed nervously. "But I'm ready."
Thórin turns around and sees a cavalry of 500 Dwarves of Erebor that were all mounted on goats.
"ON!" Thórin yelled. "TO RAVEN HILL!" He rides off first.
"Hold tight, lads!" Bálin shouted and lifted the ropes to force the goats to ride forward.
"You're all mad bastards!" Dáin exclaimed in awe and moved out of the way. "I like it." He watched them all ride away and spoke to himself quietly. "May Durin save you all."
Large battalions of Guldur Orcs and Goblin Mercenaries were marching towards Thórin, Spike, Sophie, Bálin, Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli. Kíli lays his sword on one of the wheels, and watches Thórin and the mounted dwarves yell out their war cries, and the entire cavalry crashes into the enemy, causing medium casualties. Spike, Sophie, Bálin, Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli follow Thórin and his cavalry, but get separated from them when they crash into the enemy. The two goats in front bashed as many orcs and goblins in front as the others pull the chariot very fast.
"Ahhahahahaha!" Bálin laughed.
Dwálin used a machine that fired sharp metallic arrows at a number of Orcs and Goblins that were jumping on the chariot. Sophie grabbed a crossbow and fired an arrow that flew straight into a goblin's mouth. The goblin fell off the chariot dead.
"Get these buggers off!" Spike yelled as he snapped an orc's neck and threw it off the chariot.
Suddenly, the horn blared again and a group of eight ogres run towards the chariot.
"Watch out!" Sophie screamed.
The Ogres lined themselves on each side to attack when the goats jumped off a rock. The chariot flies down and the two sharp objects on each side of the wheels were used to decapitate all the ogres before they could strike.
"YEAH! HA HA!" Dwálin laughed loudly.
"Eyes front, lads!" Bálin yelled when he spotted a large armored troll running towards them.
"TURN!" Spike bellowed.
Bálin managed to stir the goats to the right in time just as the troll made a swing and missed them.
"Hold on!" Spike shouted.
Spike, Sophie, Bálin, Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli hold on to themselves as the goats lead the chariot towards a frozen river.
"AAAAHH!" Sophie screamed in fear.
Landing on the frozen river, the goats gallop and pull the chariot through the river.
"I'm out!" Dwálin growled. "Pass me another!"
"Here." Sophie heaved as she helped load up the machine in front.
During the crossing, the troll continued to chass them and jumps into the frozen river. As the six fighters kept on moving away, the troll pushed through the ice with the might of its strength and tried to stop them.
"Bring it down!" Spike yelled. "Shoot it!"
"Where?" Sophie asked, holding her crossbow.
"Aim at his jagbags!" Dwálin yelled.
"It doesn't have any jagbags!" Spike yelled back at the dwarf.
"Look out!" Fíli yelled.
Kíli fired an arrow from his bow and it flew staight into the troll's hand. The troll backed away a bit, but it kept on chasing them. That was when Harmony arrives to the rescue.
"Hang on, guys! I'm coming!" Harmony called to them as she rides her amputated troll and uses it to swing its maces at the troll. The troll pulled the amputated troll into the river and went on to fight it. Harmony took her opportunity to use the amputated troll to swing its mace once again and sends it flying into the troll's head.
"Harmony, you beauty!" Fíli shouted amazingly.
"Another troll!" Sophie shouted.
Another armored troll landed in the river and used its arm to lift up a wodden bridge with Goblins on it.
"Keep going!" Dwálin shouted.
"Are you mad?" Spike bellowed.
Dwálin had the machine loaded and fired upon the beast. Sophie assisted in firing her crossbow while Fíli and Kíli fired their arrows.
"Come on, you hairy hedgepig!" Dwálin roared at the troll as he kept firing his metallic arrows.
The metallic arrows fly directly into the troll's face and dies. As it lands backwards into the water, its corpse was used as bridge for the goats to pull the chariot across.
"At least that's done." Sophie sighed in relief.
Suddenly, two snarling wargs appear and run towards the goats.
"Wargs!" Kíli shouted at the onciming wargs.
The two wargs grabbed the two goats in the front and began to eat them. As they kept on going, warg-riders were now in pursuit in the front and back.
"HYAH!" Dwálin growled as he fired at the orc and warg.
"Hold tight, lads!" Bálin shouted. "OOHHH!"
A warg rider approaches them from behind and gets closer until Kíli slashed the orc while Sophie aimed her crossbow at the warg. Suddenly, another warg jumps down from the rocks, and grabs another goat, leaving five more left.
"There's more coming!" Sophie cried, pointing her finger a number of wargs and warg riders that were chasing them from behind.
"We're pulling too much weight." Dwálin informed his brother in a soft growl. "We won't make it."
"Cut the tracers." Bálin ordered him and the others. "Ride them to Raven Hill."
"What about you?" Spike asked.
"No, Bálin." Dwálin pleaded as he shook his head.
"My goat-riding days are over." Bálin smiled at him. "Durin be with you brother."
Immediately, Sophie jumps on one of the goats first and cut the tracers.
"Come on, hurry!" Spike shouted as he jumped on second and cut the tracers from his goat.
Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli quickly mount on the goats last and cut the tracers very quick to free themselves. While Sophie, Spike, Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli ride away, Bálin stayed behind to hold off the enemy.
"I am too old for this." Bálin said to himself as he fired the metallic arrows directly at the wargs and warg-riders.
Sophie, Spike, Dwálin, Fíli, and Kíli look up and see Thórin leading his cavalry across a stoned bridge.
"Onward!" Thórin yelled to his cavalry from behind.
"Lead on!" Dwálin called up to his king.
Thórin leads Sophie, Spike, Dwálin, Fíli, Kíli, and the dwarven cavalry charge toward Azog's hill, smashing through Guldur Orcs in their way.
Atop the hill, Azog began hearing the sound of goat hooves, and he snarls when he sees the entire cavalry reaching some ruins on top of the hill, killing dozens of orcs along the way.