You dare raise steel against a son of Glóin?!
Come then! Taste the fury of my axe!
I have faced Orcs fouler than you in the deep places of the world!
This is your last mistake, #!
My axe thirsts, and you shall quench it!
You’ll find no mercy here – only steel!
You shame the name of friend, and that I do not forgive!
Stand and fight, coward!
I trusted you once, but now your blood will stain the stone!
Khazâd ai-mênu! Face the wrath of Durin’s Folk!
You should have stayed your hand, #. Now you'll lose it!
I fought in Helm’s Deep, and I’ll fight here too – until my axe breaks or my arm does!
You’ve earned your place in the stone… six feet underground!
May your bones rattle in the dark, traitor!
You face Gimli now. And I do not yield!