"Furthermore," Ragnar continued, his voice unwavering, "from the bay, Ostrill's archers unleashed a barrage of iron spears. We shall turn their weapons against them with fire and fury. Let none of their planes escape our wrath. If we can bring them down before they reach Clearport, General Pyndale and his troops can be spared from engaging in battle. Ostrill did not send ground forces, and they are yet to recover from the same setbacks as Cescil's troops."
"Understood," Arn and Rast replied in unison, mounting their respective dragons.
Meanwhile, General Pyndale and his troops aided Roman in swiftly outfitting the Gamaaloth dragons with the necessary armor, ensuring they were well-prepared for the forthcoming battle.
"Qedren stays on the ground with Reeve. Please help stop Qedren's bleeding." Ragnar said while looking at Lady Sophia. His eyes held a hint of worry.
