Adykon and Mazdak looked at the kobold attack with an almost stunned silence. Then, Adykon spoke.

"Well, they... they certainly know how to sacrifice themselves. Maz, don't you think we should help them?"

"In a moment. Let's just wait for a few more of them to die. No sense in leaving any of them alive if we don't have to."

"Maz, you're a friend of mine, and I respect our friendship. But sometimes, you can be a real jerk. They're dying so we don't have to, and all you can think of how this will make our fight easier?!" 

"It's a strategic insight" Mazdak replied, trying to defend his callousness. 

"We'll deal with it later. Do we have enough troops assembled for one more advance?"

"Yes. Several more if we need to-"

"Good enough. "ALL SOLDIERS! Follow me!" Adykon charged out, leading an animated charge against Meerat and whatever abominations would throw themselves in their way." The dracons began chopping into Meerat, slicing away what 'flesh' of his was left, if one could call the black material which comprised his body 'flesh', 'skin', or even 'alive.'