**JARVIS Talking**
(Black Speech being spoken)
Sigrid and Alina teleported back to the healing tents and are immediately bombarded with more wounded. Things are getting more hectic, and with Bruce, in Dale, it was getting harder to keep up with the casualties.
"Sigrid, please put on an apron and get me some water, we must get to work as quickly as possible." Sigrid nods and runs for the water.
Meanwhile, Alina goes to check on Natasha. "How are you feeling, Nat?"
Natasha opens her eyes, her color had returned and her breathing was no longer labored. "I'm feeling much better. But you look worn out, are you alright?"
Natasha asks concern lacing her voice.
Alina gave her a smile and pats her arm. "Never better."
Natasha quirked an eyebrow. "I don't think so, Alina, what's the matter?"
Alina sighed. "Nothing, it's just a lot of work, there are so many casualties. I'm tired and I'm worried about Thorin."
Natasha's eyes softened she pats her arm. "Rest, Alina, it's not good for you or the baby."
Alina squeezed her hand. "No time, I have to get back to work."
As the battle raged on more and more Orcs poured out of the mountain. The location of the healing tents was no longer safe. Oin was becoming very worried about their current location.
"We must move the wounded into Erebor!" Oin said to the Elves.
"But how shall we do that? There is too much fighting, we'll never make it." One Elf said. "If we stay here any longer we will be overrun."
Alina sighed, "I'll take them, you all get to the Healing Rooms inside Erebor and get them ready. I'll teleport the wounded."
Oin patted her arm. I'll stay with you Lass." Oin says.
"No, Oin, you need to show them where it is and help set up. I can take care of myself." Alina insisted.
"I'll stay with her." Came a voice from a behind them.
It was Bruce, he was back from Dale. He was sweaty and his clothes were torn up, but otherwise, he was fine. One of the healers from Dale handed him some clothes to put on.
"Alright, that's settled, let's get to work."
Alina thought it best to teleport the healers into Erebor to avoid any injuries and to get things going faster. Sigrid elected to also stay behind and prep the wounded for the teleportation.
Slowly but surely the wounded were teleported to the safety of Erebor. When it came time to take Natasha, she refused. "No, Alina, take me to Dale. I feel fine, it's time for me to get back into the fighting."
Alina gave her a concerned look. "Are you sure, Nat, you can stay here and help out?"
Natasha scoffed. "I'm not a healer like you, I'm a killer. Time to put those talents to good use. Let's get going to Dale."
Alina sighed and nodded. "Okay, Nat, if that's what you want I'll take you." With that, they teleported back to Dale.
Once arriving they ran into Bard and several men who were being overrun by Orcs. Alina instantly set them ablaze and threw them back with her telekinesis.
"Thank you, Alina, should you not be in the healing tents?" Bard asked.
"Everyone has been moved into Erebor and it just now occurred to me that maybe I should teleport the women and children there as well. What do you think, Bard?"
He thought for a moment then agreed. "Yes, the city may be overrun it may be safer for them this way. If you can do it then do so. Make sure my children are safe."
Alina nodded, she wasn't going to tell him that Sigrid was already with her. With that she teleported to the women and children, leaving Natasha with Bard.
Alina startled everyone in the room except for Xavier. "Alright everyone, I'm going to be taking you all to Erebor where it's safer."
They were about to protest until Alina told them that it was at Bard's orders that they are moved somewhere else. "Now, I need you all to get your belonging and then hold hands. I will teleport half of you then come back for the rest."
Taking Tilda and Bain's hands, she tells the group to hold their breath and teleports them to Erebor. Alina is about to teleport back to Dale when Bain grabs her hand.
"Where is my sister, have you seen her, Alina?"
Alina smiles at the boy. "Yes, Bain, she's with me helping the wounded, you don't have to worry. I'll take good care of her."
That put the boy's mind at ease and Alina teleported back to Dale bringing the rest of the women and children.
When Alina returned with the rest of the women and children, the other women had already decided that they would help organize the healing room and help with the wounded as much as they could. Some even took it upon themselves to have Oin lead them to the kitchens so they could prepare food for the patients and returning warriors. While the children cleaned the women searched the stores to see what could be salvaged and cooked, they also had with them the food the Elves had provided. Soon the smell food cooking reached every part of Erebor.
Alina went back one final time to retrieve the professor, Gandalf, and Bilbo. "No, Alina my place is here. But be sure to take The Professor and Bilbo." Gandalf said.
"No, Gandalf I shall stay with you and fight," Bilbo said with a determined look upon his face.
Gandalf sighed. "Very well, Bilbo, if you insist."
Alina sighed and turned to the Professor. "Come on, Professor, I have to take you back to Erebor. I can't leave you here."
With a resigned sigh, the Professor accepted. "Good luck to you, Gandalf and to you Bilbo, if you are in need of help just think to me and I shall send Alina to you right away."
Alina nodded in agreement. Charles shook their hands then taking Alina's hand vanished to Erebor.
The Battle between the Elves and the Orcs at the moment seemed to be evenly matched. Lord Elrond was still holding Bobby back, and Bobby was chomping at the bit dying to get involved. Suddenly the tides began to turn against the Elves as more Orcs began to gather. That was when Lord Elrond gave Bobby the go ahead. Bobby smiled and slid out on his ice slide over the Elves. He began freezing the oncoming Orcs and Trolls as he slid past.
Thor was enjoying himself immensely fighting the packs of Orcs. He hadn't seen a battle like this since the nine realms had erupted into war. Though there were many, many enemies, they were no match for him and Mjölnir. He was destroying Orcs left and right. Then he noticed that Ice Man was freezing the Orcs. An idea occurred to him. He swung Mjölnir and flew over to Ice Man and began smashing all the Orc ice statues. Thor laughed as he destroyed the ice statues until he heard the terrible sound of a horn being blown. Looking around he noticed that the Orcs were regrouping. A frown creased Thor's forehead. He looked around and noticed that there were flags on top of the mountain. He twirled Mjölnir and lifted off into the sky heading straight for the flags. Once he arrived he lets out a mighty yell bringing forth lightning and striking the tower of flags, that was obviously directing the Orcs. It came crashing down in flames. Once that was done he rejoined the fighting.
Meanwhile, Tony was in a panic. The cloud of bats was right on his tail and he was inadvertently leading the bats back to the main battle.
**Sir, you are approaching the main battle.** Jarvis informs Tony.
"I know that but I can't shake these guys, maybe Legolas and Katniss can give me a hand with them."
But just as he was approaching the area where the Elves and Hawkeye were stationed, a beam of light began hitting the bats knocking them clean out of the sky.
"What was that?!" Tony questioned.
**That would be Mr. Scott Summers, Sir**
Tony looked off to his right and there was Cyclops shooting at all the bats. He was a dead shot.
That gave Tony enough time to land next to Cyclops and together they began shooting at the cloud of bats. But the bats were coming at Cyclops and Tony at tremendous speeds.
"There's just too many of them!" Scott yells as the bats come barreling down on them.
Suddenly the bats are snatched out of the sky. Radagast had a arrived with the Eagles just in time. The Eagles immediately start to dive at the bats picking them off one by one.
The bats scatter with the Eagles in full pursuit. One Eagle lands long enough for Beorn to leap off and join in the battle. Scott and Tony look at each other as the big man transforms into a giant bear and begins to pummel the Orcs that had surrounded him.
"You think you can handle it from here, Scott? I got to get up to Ravenhill to lend the Dwarves a hand."
Scott gave Tony a nod, but before Tony could leave Scott grabs his arm. "What happened to the army to the North."
Tony grins. "My boys are taking care of that as we speak but the horde of Goblins got away and are heading for Ravenhill, they'll be overrun."
Scott nods, and with that Tony lowered his faceplate at shoots off toward Ravenhill.
The battle was being hard fought, all that can be seen is just a sea of Orcs, Elves Men, and Dwarves. Lines are broken, hundreds lay dead or dying on the battlefield, mostly Orcs. And in all this chaos is Steve Rogers. He has been separated from the main forces and now faces a pack of Orcs alone. Using his shield he throws it with enough force to decapitate several of the orcs at once. Then with the sword, Thorin gifted him he slices and hacks his way through the rest. He made short work of the Orcs.
As Steve took a few seconds to take a breath, he noticed a lone figure on a hill riding on an Elk. He rolled his eyes knowing exactly who it was, Thranduil. Thranduil is dispatching Orc after Orc with grace and ease until suddenly his Elk stumbles and falls, launching him headlong into all the Orcs he was fighting. Thranduil quickly gets up and begins fighting the Orcs that are slowly closing in around him. Steve being who he is can't let a comrade fall, even if it is Thranduil. He sheaths his sword and makes a run to aid Thranduil, hopefully, he'll make it in time.
Steve barrels his way through Orcs, slipping in between the legs of Trolls and leaping over the ever-growing pile of bodies until he finally makes it up the hill. Once he gets there he sees a Warg getting ready to bite Thranduil in half. Steve throws his shield and it embeds itself in the Warg's neck. Blood spurts out from the wound covering the back of Thranduil's head. Thranduil turns, surprised to see how close he came to death, even more, surprised to see the shield embedded in the Warg's neck. Meanwhile, Steve is hacking his way through the Orcs to make it to Thranduil side.
"Thought you could use some help sir if you don't mind having help from a human brandishing a Dwarvish sword," Steve tells him.
Thranduil cocks an eyebrow. "If you insist, Captain, by all means, assist me in disposing of this filth." And together they made quick work of the Orcs.
Logan fought the onslaught of Orcs, but they were no match for him. His claws went through their armor like a hot knife through butter. Sure he had been stabbed a few times and it hurt like hell. But his healing factor kicked in and he was instantly healed. He saw a troll lumbering its way in his direction. Logan smirked and ran towards the troll, claws unsheathed. He ran in between its legs he quickly cut the tendons on its legs. The troll came crashing down, crushing several Orcs in its path. Logan jumped on it's back, made his way toward the head and stabbed it through the back of the head.
From his vantage point, it seemed things were going in favor of his allies. Then it dawns on him, where was Thorin?! He scanned the area and sniffed the air, but all he could smell was the stench of Orc blood. He continued to look around until he finally spotted Thorin and Dwalin. They were surrounded. Logan vaguely remembers the kids at the school telling him that in the book Thorin was overrun and killed. Well, Damn it not on his watch! Logan made a promise and the Wolverine keeps his promises. So over his dead body was Thorin going to die. And since Logan can't die, neither was Thorin.
Logan made a mad dash towards Thorin and Dwalin, mowing down Orcs as he went. Decapitating, eviscerating, and amputating Orcs that got in his way. Flinging corpses off his claws until he reached Thorin and Dwalin.
"Sorry I'm late, what'd I miss?" Logan said with a smirk.
As he killed an Orc that came charging at him. "Oh, nothing much just Thorin and I almost getting killed!" Dwalin snapped at him.
"Well, I'm here now, what next?" Logan questioned.
"We need to cut off the head of the snake." Thorin pointed up to Ravenhill.
There as plain as day stood Azog the Defiler. Logan quirked an eyebrow.
"How the fuck are we going to get up there?!" Logan asked
At that point, Balin and Dain shows up with a chariot being pulled by battle Rams.
"Oh, okay," Logan said pulling out a cigar from his jacket and lighting it.
Thorin jumps on the spare Ram and sprints off toward Ravenhill. "Hey, wait!" Logan yells "Damn it, he's not making my job of protecting him easy." Logan says while puffing on his cigar.
He throws his cigar away and jumps into the chariot. "Come on, come on get this hunk of junk movin' already." He yells at Balin.
Dwalin too jumps into the chariot. "Let's go, brother, we must catch up to Thorin." Balin whips the Rams into action and they spring forward.
The race is on to reach Ravenhill before anything happens to Thorin, but the ride up there is anything but pleasant. The chariot is immediately under fire by Orc arrows and pursued by Wargs and Warg riders. Thankfully they just happened to be passing by Hawkeye's perch, so he was able to take out some of the Wargs as was Legolas. Dwalin too was able to take out the Warg riders with the arrow launcher they had on board, but they soon ran out of ammunition and more Wargs joined in the pursuit. Some of the rams had already been taken out by the Wargs, they weren't going to make it. Logan huffs and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks at Dain and Dwalin.
"Don't wait for me I'll be up there soon enough."
Dain and Dwalin looked at each. "What are you going to do Lad?"
Logan grinned, lets out a mighty roar and leaped off the chariot, claws extended.
"LOGAN!" They all yelled.
But he landed on one of the Warg riders and with one swipe cut the Orc in half and stabbed the Warg through the neck. The Warg collapsed sending Logan flying. He instantly got up and ran at the oncoming Wargs.
Meanwhile, Dwalin and Dain take advantage of the distraction that Logan is creating to get on the Rams and make their way up to Ravenhill, Balin decides to stay behind. Once they reach the top, Thorin is nowhere to be found. As Dain and Dwalin search for Thorin, they are suddenly ambushed by the horde of Goblins that had escaped Tony and his suits.
"Where did these devils come from?" Dain questions as he cracked open the skull of one of the Goblins with his war hammer, it's brains splattering everywhere.
"I don't know but we're surrounded!" Yelled Dwalin as he cleaved a Goblin in two.
Slowly the Goblins began to close in on Dain and Dwalin. They fought valiantly, but they knew there was no way of getting out of this alive. The circle got ever smaller, the Goblins practically breathing down their necks. When suddenly Iron Man lands next to them.
"Hey guys, need a hand?" Iron Man started firing at the Goblin horde, blowing them all to hell.
Dain and Dwalin looked at each other and continued to fight on. "Leave some for us, Lad," Dwalin tells Tony.
Tony begins to fight hand to hand with the Goblins. They are still no match for Iron Man.
As Tony fights the Goblin horde Tony is informed by Jarvis that the Gundabad Army has been laid to waste.
"Good job JARVIS, send the suits to the main battle. But bring two suits up here, we could sure use the help."
JARVIS does as he is told, two Iron Man suits land on Ravenhill and engages the Goblins. While the other suits swoop into the Battle and begin firing at the remaining Trolls and Orcs. In some cases, they would land and rescue some Dwarf or Elf from certain death. Some of the bats tried to once again go after the suits but they were being picked off by Hawkeye and the Elven archers. Hawkeye was so good that with one arrow he could take down a bat, normally getting it right in the eye. Legolas notices and inclines his head in acknowledgment of his skill. Hawkeye returns the nod.
While Dain, Dwalin and Tony are fighting the Goblin horde, Thorin is in search of Azog the Defiler. He found Azog standing in the middle of the frozen lake waiting for him, a smile broke over Azog's face when he saw Thorin. (Come, Thorin, son of Thrain, face your doom.) Thorin made his way onto the lake. This was it, a fight to the death if need be. One way or another Thorin was going to rid the world of this evil. He could not allow this filth to continue to stalk the Line of Durin, especially his unborn child. Thorin would gladly die to protect his family.
The minute Thorin stepped onto the ice, Azog raised his arms and Thorin was attacked from both sides by Orcs. Typical, he should have known the filth wouldn't face him alone. Thorin was enraged, he fought off the Orcs like a wild man. When it would look like the Orcs had him, Azog walked calmly over and took a swing at Thorin. But Thorin being the seasoned warrior that he is ducked in time and Azog decapitated two of his own men. Azog backed off letting the rest of the Orcs do his dirty work. Thorin fought the Orcs back and finally got the upper hand and killed the remaining four Orcs.
Thorin was exhausted, but the minute he killed the last Orc, Azog attacked him from behind. Thorin barely avoided Azog's blade, throwing himself to the side and rolling back onto his feet. The battle between the two titans began. They fought their way to the middle of the lake, neither one able to get the upper hand. Thorin was so intent on killing Azog he didn't realize that the Gundabad Orc was luring toward the other side of the lake where Azog had his chain mace. Thorin swung for his head, Azog rolled out of the way. For such a large Orc he was quite agile. Azog slid on the ice and grabbed his chain mace, Azog heaved the mace towards Thorin's head. If Azog was agile, Thorin was more so. Though the ice was making it harder. Thorin dodges and weaves back and forth landing blow after blow on the pale Orc. Still, Azog attacks with the stone mace and chain, each blow that hits the ice begins to break it apart. Until Azog finally gets the stone mace stuck in the ice. Thinking quickly, Thorin drops his sword, picks up the stone mace and hurls it at Azog. Azog easily catches it, just then Thorin steps off the ice flow. With the extra weight in his hand, the drift overturns taking Azog down to the depths of the lake.
Thorin breaths out a sigh of relief and relaxes a bit, but then he notices under the ice floats what looks like a dead Azog. Suddenly Thorin yells out in pain as the Orc's sword pierces Thorin's foot. Azog erupts from the ice and comes straight for Thorin. Thorin's scream of pain is so loud that Dwalin and the others heard it. Dwalin touches his ear and calls down to Alina. She had just finished treating a Dwarf soldier when the call came in.
"Alina, Thorin is hurt!" Dwalin screams as he continues to fight the Goblins.
"What do you mean he's hurt?! Where's Logan, how bad is Thorin hurt?" She asks in a frantic tone.
"I don't know where Logan is and I don't know how badly Thorin is hurt. We can only hear his screams. This is it, Lass, get up here as quickly as possible."
Alina tells Bruce what's going on and he told her to go. She immediately teleported to Ravenhill, more specifically to Thorin.
Thorin falls backward after being stabbed in the foot by the giant Gundabad Orc. He tries to rise, but stumbles. As the Orc stalks ever closer to Thorin, victory on his mind, a blast of fire comes at the Orc. Azog barely has enough time to dodge it. Thorin looks around to his beloved standing a few feet away. She rushes to his side.
"My love, what are you doing here? It is not safe for you."
Alina shakes her head. "I'm here to heal you. Dwalin told me you were injured."
As she talked she kept sending out blasts of fire toward Azog to keep him at bay. "I can't heal you with him stalking us." She tells Thorin.
"Then go back, I shall be fine."
Alina glared at Thorin. "I am not leaving you here injured."
She stands and puts herself between Thorin and Azog. ("You will not have him, you Bastard.") She yells in black speech.
Azog gives her an evil grin. ("Animal or not you will not stop me from killing him, female.")
Azog charges towards Alina, she unsheathes her claws preparing to defend Thorin to the death. "Alina don't save yourself and the baby!" Thorin yells as he tries to get to his feet.
Azog pulls up short, the smiles on his face fades. ("So you carry the next line of Durin growing in your womb. You will not live to see the dawn.") Azog roars at Alina and comes straight at her with his sword arm raised. She lets out a snarl and rushes forward.
As they are about to clash, Azog's white Warg comes out of nowhere and tackles him. Logan leaps off the Warg landing next to Alina.
"Go heal, Thorin, and get him out of here!" The Wolverine orders. "I'll take care of this fucker."
Alina does as she is told and runs towards Thorin. She stumbles and lands heavily next to him. He grabs her and pulls her into a tight embrace. "You foolish Mutant, what were you thinking?!" He demands then kisses her forehead.
"That our child will not grow up fatherless. I told you I would protect you. Now let's go so I can heal you. Logan will take care of Azog."
Thorin shakes his head. "No, my love, I can not leave. Heal me quickly and go back, I must stay here."
Alina was about to protest, when she saw the look in his eyes, there was no changing his mind. She sighed, picked up two handfuls of snow, melted it and began to heal Thorin's foot. Once it was healed Thorin stood up taking Alina with him, hugging her fiercely and kissing the top of her head.
"Thank you, my Ghivashel, now go back to the healing tents. I must help defeat this evil." Thorin picked up his sword and pushed her behind him.
"But, Thorin, I want to help."
He gave her a stern look. "You already have, now go!"
But before she left Thorin grabbed her and kissed her quickly. "I love you, Alina."
"And I love you, Thorin." With that, she vanished.
While all that was happening, Azog threw the Warg off of him and over the falls. Logan grinned, he knew getting Azog's own Warg to attack him would infuriate him even more. Logan watched the Pale Orc scream out his frustrations as the Orc looked over the falls. Logan took the opportunity to light a cigar and take a few puffs. The Orc whipped around and gave Logan a death glare, Logan smiled at Azog with the cigar between his teeth, motioning him with one finger to attack him. This infuriated the Pale Orc beyond all reason, he totally forgot about Thorin and the continuing line.
Azog rushed Logan in a blind rage sword arm raised. Logan stood calmly waiting for Azog's attack, he continued to enjoy his cigar as the Pale Orc got closer. Azog leaped into the air and brought his sword down with all his might. Intent on cutting Logan in half. Just as he was about to connect, Logan raised his claws to block Azog. A look of surprise flashed across Azog's face. Azog kept pushing his sword down trying to connect with Logan, but Logan's arms never budged.
"You're pretty strong for a giant maggot," Logan says with a sneer.
Azog bristled at his comment.
"Oh, so you do understand me. Well listen very carefully maggot, you're going to die today. I'm going to cut you open and hang you by your own intestines." Logan tells Azog with an animalistic growl.
Azog breaks apart from Logan a little bit disconcerted by Logan's comment. Getting some distance from Logan, he finally got a good look at the Mutant. There stood a tall muscular man with claws made of metal jutting out from between his knuckles.
Azog realized where he had seen claws almost the same as those. ("So you too are an animal like the little female, how pathetic.")
Logan quirked an eyebrow. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
Azog points his sword at Logan then spoke very slowly. "You are an animal, like the female, pathetic."
Logan smiles showing off his canines. "That's right, Bub, I am. I'm the top predator, the Alpha, here or any other world and you, maggot, just became my prey. And pathetic, I'll show you pathetic when you're begging me for mercy."
Upon saying that Logan threw his cigar down and rushed Azog. He tackled him and started beating the crap out of him. His fists causing severe damage to Azog's face and teeth. Logan could hear when his fists broke the Orc's jaw and cheekbone. Using his legs, Azog heaved Logan off of him. Logan got up and rushed him again claws extended. Logan went in for a swipe but the Orc blocked with his sword. Logan swiped with his other hand but Azog caught his hand in time. Then Azog headbutted Logan, nearly knocking himself out instead. Logan for his part got a cut on his forehead deep enough to see the adamantium underneath, but it healed instantly. Logan kicked Azog in the gut getting him to let go of his hands. But just as Logan was about to strike, Azog drove his blade deep into Logan's stomach.
A look of triumph broke over Azog's face as he watched Logan double over in pain with his sword still in his gut. Now that he had dealt with the animal, he was going to go after Oakenshield and his mate. Azog went to pull his sword free but it wouldn't budge. He looked back at Logan who had a hold of the sword. Slowly Logan drew the sword more into his stomach causing Azog to get closer to him.
"You've just messed with the wrong Alpha, Bub," Logan says and with one hand tosses Azog back. Azog's eyes grow wide as he watches the gaping belly wound close.
Thorin looks on as Logan fight Azog, but for some reason, it seems to him that Logan is only playing with Azog. Like a cat plays with a mouse. Thorin getting irritated, gets ready to charge out and face Azog himself and put an end to this. But he hears the sounds of battle and realizes that there is fighting going on nearby. Torn between finishing off Azog and helping his comrades, Thorin decides the latter. Let Logan handle Azog.
As he makes it up the hill, and there he sees Dain, Dwalin, Tony and two Iron Man suits fighting off the Goblin horde. But they just keep coming like cockroaches coming out of the woodwork.
Thorin yells "Khazad Ai- Mênu!" (The Dwarves are upon you!) and rushes into the fray.
"Thorin!" All three men yell.
"Man, I thought you were dead," Tony says.
Thorin swings and cuts a Goblin in half. "Does it look like I'm dead?"
Tony smirks under his faceplate. "Kinda, yeah or at least you look like shit." Thorin glares at him.
"Shut up."
They continue to fight off the Goblin horde, slowly their numbers begin to dwindle. Until finally the fighting is over, bodies strewn all around them. All three Dwarves and Tony stand alone. The Dwarves bruised, battered and bleeding while Tony has a bruise on his cheek from hitting up against his faceplate. It was his own fault. Tony sends the other two suits to the battle below to assist. He supports Thorin who is out of breath and helps him sit down on a boulder.
Tony takes his helmet off. "What happened to Azog?"
Thorin looks off in the distance. "Logan is battling him as we speak."
The Dwarves and Tony look at each other. "Well, let's go find out who wins," Tony tells the others. With a groan, they all get up and head in the direction where Logan and Azog are.
Thorin was right, Logan was just toying with Azog. He was enjoying himself too much to kill Azog outright. The Gundabad Orc, wounded and bleeding, did everything he could think of to get the upper hand on Logan, but it was all for nothing. Logan was too strong, too agile and healed instantly after every strike that Azog hit him with. The pale Orc was beginning to realize that he had no chance against the powerful Mutant, but he wasn't going to give up. When he saw Thorin come over the hill, he decided to forget about Logan and charged toward Thorin instead. Logan was confused for a minute. He thought the Orc was trying to get away, but when he turned around he saw where the Orc was heading. Logan took off after the Orc, but Azog had a good lead on him. Logan was sure he wasn't going to catch him in time so he did a baseball slide on the ice and knocked Azog's feet out from under him.
Azog falls landing right on top of Logan. Azog quickly turns and stabs Logan through the heart, then rolls off him. Logan stands a little slower this time, that shot really hurt him. But as usual, the wound healed. Logan steps in between Thorin and Azog then spits out a mouthful of blood.
"Your fight is with me, Bub."
Once again the battle resumes. Azog tries desperately to get past Logan but can't. Finally, Logan has had enough, it was time to end this. Azog takes one final swing at Logan, he blocks but this time uses the sharp side of his claws. Logan ends up cutting Azog's sword in two, Azog looks at his hand stunned, taking advantage Logan rams his claws up into Azog's abdomen all the way up into his heart. The Orc looks down at his stomach, seeing Logan's arm protruding out of it.
"I told you, you were going to die today, and the Wolverine always keeps his promise."
With that, Logan ripped his claws out through Azog's chest leaving a giant hole from chest to abdomen, his intestines falling to his feet.
"Now to fulfill the other half of that promise." Logan wrapped the intestines around Azog's neck, picked him up and threw him over the falls.
Azog's body drops down to the valley below, it catches on a branch and Azog is left hanging there by his own intestines.
Upon seeing their commander hanging from a tree limb strangled by his own intestines the Orc army loses all hope and begin their retreat, with the Dwarves and Elves in hot pursuit. Meanwhile, upon Ravenhill Logan walks over to the stunned group covered from head to toe in Orc blood. He makes it over and slumps to the ground, no one says a word to him for several minutes. Until finally Tony squats down to Logan's level.
"Damn, Pincushion, that was gruesome, you alright?" Logan glared at Tony and shoves him, toppling Tony over.
"I told you to stop calling me that. Yeah, I'm fine, I made a promise to that bastard I was going to hang him by his intestines and I always keep my promises. Just like I promised the Kid I'd keep you safe, Thorin, sorry about the foot."
Tony suddenly touches his ear. "Yeah, alright Capiscle, I'll tell the others. Well, it looks like the Orc army is in full retreat, I guess seeing their commander eviscerated took the wind out of their sail. I'm going to head down and help with the stragglers. Good job, Pincushion."
Logan growls at Tony. "We'll head down too I'm sure they could use more hands," Dwalin tells Thorin, leaving him and Logan alone.
Thorin walks over to Logan and lends him a hand up. They walk down the mountain in silence.
Thorin finally stops Logan and looks him square in the eye. "I want to thank you, Logan, for keeping me safe and ridding the world of that scum. And of course for coming to Alina's rescue. You protected her when I could not."
Logan pats Thorin on the back, Thorin winces. "It was my pleasure to kill that maggot. And it was my honor to protect you and Alina. I made her a promise and I fulfilled it."
They continue to walk down when a thought occurred to Thorin. He stops Logan again. "You love her don't you?"
Without missing a beat Logan answers. "Of course, I love her, I love her very much."
Thorin's heart nearly stops in his chest. He lets out a defeated sigh. "Perhaps you are better suited for her than I am."
Logan gives him an incredulous look. "Have you lost your mind?! First of all, I love her as a friend, I have never had any romantic feelings towards her, that's just gross. And second, she loves you with all her heart if she didn't, none of us would be here right now. I could never take your place in her heart and I wouldn't want to, she's your mate, Bub."
Thorin couldn't have been happier, all of his worries melted away with what Logan had told him. Thorin hadn't realized how much he considered Logan a threat until now, even if they were friends.
"Thank you, Logan, for your words. You have no idea what it means to me."
Logan growls at Thorin a little annoyed. "I shouldn't have to tell you anything. It should have been crystal clear in your mind that Alina's yours and no one can take her away from you."
Thorin hung his head in shame. "You are right, I should never doubt what she feels for me or question your honor. As an apology, I ask you to remain here in Erebor as our guest."
Logan thought about it for a second. "Yeah sure why not, now let's go find your girl."