The humans they're hoping they won't have to hurt at all, assuming a spectacular battle with some Balrogs and with Thauron and then three warservants per person is enough to get them in a cooperative mood. The Dwarves they debated whether to tell in advance that they were coming. Decided not to. Killing Thauron is just too important.

When the ground around Kib starts shaking the host is six hundred miles away.

...this isn't. An earthquake-prone area. Anybody know what's going on?

He didn't manage to animate a mountain. Or, well, he didn't animate a mountain; hard to say if he could have managed it. But these are several hundred feet tall. And there are dozens of them.

...Shit. Okay. What have they got on hand to deal damage, anything sufficient to break an instruction will do the trick - moving parts or no? That'll affect whether there's a fight over the use of the chassis as puppets afterwards -

(Shines race off, color-coded, distress distress distress -)

Yep, moving parts. They've got some of the weaponry that the departing host left with. The golems are not visibly covered with instructions. The weapons are not visibly doing anything.

If they're not visibly covered in instructions maybe they're puppets in the first place? Some of the Enemy's servantmakers hidden somewhere? Kib tries to co-opt one.

No change. The golems rip apart the walls.

Hello, Kib, a voice says. Do I get to murder your husband again? It's more fun if he stays dead.

The shine comm office is not designed to have an escape hatch into a tunnel or anything so convenient. Kib's cornered. Somebody osanwë Aydanci and Lári that they need to get the fuck out, the army didn't take all the pterodactyls -

It's scattered and panicked and not wholly in words, but - Yeah, done, they're both heading south, Macalaure's got them illusioned -

I'm kinda pinned

Troop movements. They're trying to get to him, trying to hold enough of their force back to get everyone else out, trying to cover the whole operation with an elaborate overlay of illusions -

The door opens.

Charp interposes itself between Kib and the intruder, but realistically what's that going to do.

Not very much. A hole melts through Charp.

The man is tall, pretty, remarkably relaxed-looking. Could be an Elf, except he's wearing his hair loose. "Akibel!" he says. "Do you know, this is the most trouble I've ever gone to for a job interview. You should feel complimented." Behind him there's a roar and the earth shakes some more. "Oh, but we should conduct this back at my place."

Too late should've had Charp kill him before the door even opened - there's nothing else here for it, Charps don't even come in puppetable form -

He wakes up in Angband.

Kib picks a strategy.

And he flings himself at it without a moment's further thought.