Clone 1 and Bethan flew through the expansive opening of the arena, following behind Rikilda.
She moved without waiting, banking hard into the arena's interior, cutting through the open air between active rings with ease, like she had flown this space a thousand times. Clone 1 tracked her line and followed, adjusting his trajectory to match her turns without losing ground.
As they flew, he noticed the heads turning and tracked him as he flew. He kept his gaze forward, not taking note of the faces as they were simply too many.
He noticed that they all wore human aspects, the way Bethan and Rikilda did, rather than the enormous winged forms he had seen in the sky above. At least a vast majority of them were.
But the pressure coming off them was not human. It was the same class of pressure he felt from Bethan and Rikilda.
He assessed the dragons' strength watching him as he flew.
