Looking down from Iver's back, seeing all the slaugther and destroyed land, Thoruk started to feel something strange... he was gasping like he... he... had fear? No, nevermind, it was just a fly. Yet still, everything seems so dark, even the skys seem to darken as if they want to prepare everyone for what will come: Morgoth. Looking down onto the giants, seemingly aware of their presence now, Thoruk then says "Let's get this going, I personally am not a big fan of fighting giants and Morgoth at the same time. It'd be great to defeat them in a matter of minutes, if not even in seconds." He gets his fathers axe into his right hand, looking at the finger he had broken back then due to his powers. "Father, this axe gives me the power I need" he thinks as he looks at the sharp blade, so clean that he could see his face reflect in it. "So beautiful, yet so dangerous" he thinks. "Well, atleast for those buggers. Irdirs, since you're kinda stuck in my body aswell, I'd be grateful if you could assist me in our fight, maybe analyzing their moves? That be a great deal lady, I mean we could get a good team if we survive this, don't ya think?" Thoruk asks Irdis, a bit too friendly, but on purpose, while looking down at the other giants, waiting for his friends to make a decision.
