Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-25344655-20141128174345

The green dwarves stared in aw at the Balrogs standing at the volcano (Balrogs didn't fly) but their leader mustered his forces and charged.

"For lord Glosur!"

They clashed, elves and dwarves against balrogs. The first 2 Balrogs fell under the sheer amount of arrows hitting them. Wham! A balrog slammed a force of dwarves with a hammer, sending three flying. Dalir stood alone against one particularly large balrog.

"Foe of the dwarves! Be gone! Or have your flaming head on my walls!"

The balrog raised his whip, and Dalir raised his sword. They clashed, Dwarf on Balrog, an unbelievable sight to witness. After a few hours Dalir cut the leg from the beast and it fell over. After it was dead Dalir was about to help his kin when WHAM! a balrog hit him in the side, breaking his spine. They quickly dispatched the last one and rushed to Dalir's aid.

"Was that...the last one?" Dalir said shakily.

"Yes my king."

"Good, take..care of the Fire elf."

"We will"

Dalir then went silent.