Damn the crowd! Maedhros could hear the sound growing louder about them. Interference. That was all it was and it just made him angrier. There were few he had ever wanted to cut down so badly - a dubious honor for Loki.

The shout aggravated him further and he swung his sword, cutting it through the air with deadly accuracy.

"This is not your fight! If he can spew such barbs, he can accept the repercussions." he glowered as the man readied himself, "Why defend the indefensible?"

The hammer was an intriguing weapon and it brought him to a pause. But Maedhros was a Fëanorian and that fire could not be quenched by the unknown. He brought his sword down, connecting it with the hammer.

"Move."