Ravus continued his trek with Huea, he kept inspecting the blades, they weren't made of silver, just regular steel. He was in mid thought of the old ways of smithing when he heard the roars of beast and man alike. "What is that?" He continued forward and saw the two giant beasts clash in the air as the fell to the earth in free-fall, teeth and talons slashing at one another. "What sort of madness is this?" He laughed a bit to himself and went to cover his mouth. Ravus felt as though he had gone made and this whole spectacle was the result of dehydration, heat stroke and the lingering grief of his loss. "Why are they fighting?" he muttered to himself as he aimed a pistol at the black dragon. He went to squeeze the trigger, but his hand quivered, he couldn't take the shot. When he saw the fall out of sight, Ravus began to jog to where they he figured they had moved towards.