Meanwhile Tyrhallan was flying up front, sticking to the clouds, to try and stay out of sight, but this did not mean their path was an easy one. Trying to avoid the chaotic winds created by the mages and the lightning called upon and weaponized meant they were literally in the line of fire. 
As they reached the frontlines Eilis couldn’t stop from looking horrified at the scene below her. 
She wasn’t sure where the sky began and the ground stopped, the forces collided in so many different ways that it was dizzying to behold. Dragonfighters chased Empire soldiers on strange contraptions, artillery was blasted at one another, literally carving their own path in both vessel and earth. Eilis looked at back at Arn with concern, knowing his friends were probably down there grabbing hold of his arm for a moment. 
She wanted to say so many things, to apologize for being the reason he wasn’t with those he cared about, those he had fought with to protect his home.
But she didn’t get the opportunity as another blast of lightning cut off their path forcing Umbra to fly lower, catching the attention of a couple of Imperial soldiers. 
They send their flying machines up after them, thinking them soldiers running from the battlefield.

Tyrhallan’s eyes had scanned the battlefield seeing the clear struggle the Hearthguard had and cursed himself for not being able to be of any help. 
The lightning was making their path forward even more difficult, but still they had to try, they had to…wait.
Tyrhallan’s eyes had been drawn to a familiar form on the battlefield.
“Uncle?” He had uttered aloud, before the humming of engines and shouts of Imperial soldiers came from behind them.
Shit, they had been spotted. Turning Viscera around, he shouted to Arn. 
“Fly ahead, I’ll deal with them! Take care of her!” As he flew past Umbra and towards the Imperial soldiers.
He deftly made Viscera avoid their weapons, allowing the creature to loop and roll over and past them, this allowed Tyrhallan to draw his weapon and unleash his clasps. Dropping in and making short work of the first two before two more showed up, ramming the contraption to shake Tyrhallan off.
One was taken out by Viscera coming up from behind it and slamming its own weight against it. It also allowed Tyrhallan to jump back onto the Wyrm as it allowed the winds to carry it upwards and away from the other, disappearing in the clouds so the other had to give chase.