There was a flash of bright white-blue light next to Rughoi. Aerta stepped over to him, taking the hybrid by the arm.

"Hang on! We're getting out of here!" She teleported a short distance, putting them next to Adykon and Mazdak, who was standing behind a phalanx of dracons. None of them were trying to kill the kobolds. 

"Seems like we're on the same side after all" Mazdak told Rughoi, raising his voice over the din of battle. "And for what it's worth... you did well. Your warriors' sacrifices spared many dracons today, many of [i]my[/i] soldiers. You have my thanks." 

Adykon moved forward, putting himself between Mazdak and Rughoi. "There's still time to fix this. You don't care for me or for dracons. I get it. When this battle is over, all I ask is that we can have some talks, and that you'll be willing to give as well as get in the negotiations. If you insist, we can fight this out to its final absurdity, or you can put down your weapons when this battle is over and live. And continue to rule over your people. Your choice."

"Plus, your mother wants to talk to you after this fight" Aerta added. "She's worried sick."

"Yes, thank you, Aerta" Adykon said, not sure that such a child-like detail was needed.