Suddenly from below the cliff, the red dragon, Formeathan, flew up before the two on the cliff.  The black dragon roared at the sight of her brother, and he too roared in return.  
    "Blasted mortal!" Tel'Karak Zrahl cursed Garalt, jumping into the air and flying away.  
    "Enjoy the day while you can, sister!" Formeathan called out.
    "She's getting away!" Garalt called up to the red dragon.
    "Come, Garalt, we will follow her," the red dragon answered, quickly scooping up the knight in his paw.  Garalt was so surprised by the huge fingers wrapping themselves around him and lifting him off the ground that he dropped his shield.  
    "No time to go back for it now," Garalt said to himself.
    "Hang on, I've never chased my sister with someone with me before, so I don't know how humans will react to this type of battle."
    "I'm ready for anything great Formeathan."
    "We shall see," the red dragon smiled, flapping his wings faster to catch up to his sister.  Quickly he lifted Garalt upon his neck, who quickly hung on to the dragon's flesh.

    The two dragons darted and weaved around the mountains of Ikros, chasing each other at blinding speeds.  The black dragon went into a dive, and then quickly banked to the right and rose up back into the sky.  Formeathan matched her move by move, but was able to pull up faster than his sister.  Garalt had never seen even birds make some of the moves that the red dragon was making.  Garalt could feel his body become so heavy he could not lift his own arms while the dragon pulled up from his dive.  As the two dragons chased each other, they gave off random growls and grunts, filling the countryside with a chorus of terror.  Garalt knew that whatever the two armies below the cliff where he once stood were going to do that day, their plans had just changed.  Garalt could imagine his King and Daravon watching the two dragons dueling in the sky above them, never realizing their own knight was involved.