The distance clash of the Kathar striking the left-half of the line grimed Ardige's face. It seemed that the Kathar were focusing on the coastline right now, and while he could also see vaguely in the distance Kathar looming, they had slowed in their charge down the hilled terrain toward the Regalians. Up in the sky, he watched as the two Dragons did battle. He furrowed his brow, in further contempt for the creatures. Their magic was all vile in his mind...the altering of one's form to such an extreme that they lost their human being. Such a waste...a vague thought flitted through his mind, the story of his great warrior ancestor killing a Dragon in icy Ellador...myth. Myth and fables, for none in the family had any Dragon objects not of Anglian origin. No, if his family had indeed once killed a Dragon...then they would be most happy today to see him help to kill another...though perhaps not as happy to know it was through helping another Dragon. His brief muddling of the mind came to an end when he received a cry of alert. The Kathar on his side were moving again...and they were not alone. Even from his rear position, he could see their vile constructs of stone and flesh, and magically-infused knights charging in. With a last glance at the last spot the Dragons had been seen, now vanished out of sight, he refocused forward and set his face at all he saw.