Thórin and and his entire force continue to fight off a number of Guldur Orcs in the ruins and across the frozen river from Azog's stronghold. Having defeated all the enemies at present, they look out across the river at the ruins in which Azog was last seen.
"Where the bloody hell is he?" Spike murmured to himself.
"Looks empty." Sophie assumed.
"I think Azog has fled." Kíli stated quietly.
"I don't think so." Spike answered. "He could be waiting for us to strike... or not."
"If that's possible, then we need to be sure." Thórin said and turns to his nephew. "Fíli, take your brother. Scout out the towers. Keep low and out of sight. If you see something; report back, do not engage - do you understand?"
"We have company!" Spike yelled when he noticed the arrivial of a division of Goblin Mercenaries.
"Goblin mercenaries." Dwálin growled. "No more than 450 of them."
They look back the way they came to see goblins running over the ruins toward them.
"We'll take care of these ugly brutes." Sophie swore.
"Go! Go!" Thórin shouted to his nephews.
"Come on!" Spike shouted.
As Fíli and Kíli run towards the river, Thórin, Spike, Dwálin, and the Dwarves of Erebor prepare to meet the goblins rushing toward them.