They're readying for an artillery attack.

Then open fire.

Agh!

Prepare the fire-hurlers! Out of the way!

EXPLOSIONS

SCREAMS

Go! Go! Go!

GUNFIRE

RAPID GUNFIRE

SHE YELLS

MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS

WHOOSHING

EXPLOSION

IOREK, MUFFLED: Lyra!

Lyra!

Hurry, Lyra!

I'll get you to the mountain.

Isn't Lyra down there? I think we should go and find her.

Come here!

GROWLING, SQUEAKING

ROGER: No!

What are you doing?!

Get in! No!

Lord Asriel! No, stop!

No!

No!

Lyra...

..I cannot cross this bridge.

Thank you...

..King Iorek Byrnison.

Thank you...

..Lyra Silvertongue.