The signal was given and Kel and Druug were off like a lightning bolt. There was no sound barrier breaking pop, sadly, bu they were as close as they could get to making one. The wind wrapped around them as if they were drilling their way through the air kicking up a trail of dust from the road leading into the town with a loud whistle coming from some of the holes in Kel's armor. the dust seemed to be chasing them flying off of the ground beneath them. With a precise movement of the reins, Druug flapped his massive scaled wings and launched into the air making a small crater (maybe half an inch deep at most) of loose dirt and rocks on the path below them. The duo made a hard right in the air upon being high enough up to see the town and began their long circle to get to the back of the camp where the leader and the other man herding the townspeople around were. They had a bit to go before reaching the town since they had to circle around as opposed to charging into the front door.

There is nothing stealthy about being on the back of a giant fire breathing winged reptile while pissed out of your mind. He stormed into town from above, flying behind the two buildings that were housing the townspeople transition upwards once more to make sure the two important looking warriors noticed him and to draw attention to the back of the town, maybe it was strategy, maybe it was dumb luck but now most of the bandits were looking to the skies. He didn't get to pull his ax out and attack since he was flying for speed and holding a weapon out wouldn't be the most aerodynamic decision especially with archers nearby. His part of the plan was... something about separation and recon. Stick to the outskirts away from archers. Out of the action for now. He kept his height and circled the town, he must of looked like a large bird or a hawk from how high up he was, had Druug not obviously been a dragon who had dove around the town he might have been able to watch the leader and other man less obviously. A few arrows were pointed at him, but the bows were quickly turned as The Reclaimers arrived. They were like ants, rushing in from all sides, split into groups swarming the enemy. A sole wyvern rider this high up would be the least of their concerns.