LR 3.07.072 {p} Dismayed the rammers fled.

3.07.068 Running like fire, one.
3.07.069 ‘Gúthwinë!’ cried Éomer. Mark!’
3.07.070 ‘Andúril!’ cried Aragorn. Dúnedain!’
3.07.071 Charging from the again!’
3.07.072 Dismayed the rammers fled.
3.07.073 For a moment storm-wrack.
3.07.074 ‘We did not battering.’
3.07.075 ‘Yet we cannot now!’
3.07.076 They turned and fled.