Bears spotted.
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!
Lyra...
..I cannot cross this bridge.
Thank you...
..King Iorek Byrnison.
Thank you...
..Lyra Silvertongue.