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Thorin leapt to his feet, a snarl in his throat at the sight of Malik writhing in pain. Tears of agony streamed down the face of the nephilim and the joyous mood of the group was all but shattered. Thorin scanned the crowd for the source of his allies pain but saw none. All looked at the unfolding scene with fear and concern. All but one. The old man whose raven dark eyes were unmoving and unblinking. His vigil, still as the grave as he sat. He had not moved since Thorin first spotted him.

"Witchcraft..."

The monster hunter growled ferociously as his hand went to his war hammer. He pulled it from his belt as he locked his gaze on the old man. He pulled back his arm and prepared for a mighty throw that should end this dark wizards life in a single blow.

"Your hold on him will end with your life by the force of my hammer, wizard..."

Thorin warned dangerously, his voice little more than a snarl before he committed to his hammer throw. Steppeing into the throw to give it more power he launched his weapon like the fury of a scorned god. Thorin's hammer sailed through the air on a collision course with the old man's chest.