Impending Clash

(Third Person POV)

"Viserys!!" Rhaegon exclaimed as he was atop Morghul, flying towards where Moonfyre soared, "What in the hells are you doing here, Uncle?!" 

Viserys, looking a bit tired, looked over at Rhaegon, "Nephew!" he called over, "Where have you been?! I have been avoiding these two dragons all night!!!" 

Rhaegon looked to the distance, seeing two small figures rapidly approaching, "The dragons..." he said, "You encountered them?!" 

Moonfyre let out a greeting roar as she approached Morghul, who returned the call. 

"They tried ambushing me as soon as I entered Dorne." Viserys said aa he circled around Morghul, "It was quite tricky, fighting them off one by one, but they are persistent!" 

"So it is true then." Rhaegon said, "They have two dragons." 

"Indeed." Viserys said, "The big one is strong, gave Moonfyre a nasty cut. She's tired, nephew. As am I. I was foolish to come here alone but how could I know I would be targeted right away. It is all too suspicious." 

Rhaegon looked over to the distance and squinted, seeing the approaching figures of the dragons, "Well.." He said as he fastened the straps connected to him from his saddle, "I can take it from here. Land over there." 

Rhaegon pointed down to a Martell encampment. 

Oberyn Martell had quickly rallied an army of three thousand men and marched them as quickly as possible near Godsgrace, establishing a camp while Rhaegon scouted for the dragons, which surprisingly were nowhere near them. That was because Viserys spent an entire night fighting them off all over Dorne, which was quite impressive even for a dragonrider. 

He kept hitting them and flying away, taking advantage of Moonfyre's speed and Viserra's fatigue due to the wounds suffered. Drogon was still undamaged and Daegon did not seem to relent on his assault. 

Now that Oberyn, despite his injuries, had raised a camp with two Scorpions stationed, Viserys could momentarily rest. 

"Are you certain?" Viserys asked

"If I don't finish them within half an hour, you can join." Rhaegon said, "Leave it to me." 

Viserys then steered Moonfyre down towards the camp, where the Martell soldiers were rallying up. Oberyn had received word of an incoming Dothraki horde which he was meaning to intercept, however, required more forces to aid them. 

The forces were coming. However, with Daegon and Syras in the skies, the Dothraki waves were gaining more confidence in attacking. And they had spotted the camp not too long ago, meaning to raid it as quickly as possible. 

Down on the camp, Oberyn was walking towards Obara, who was there as well, "Obara." He said, "I have forgotten to ask, where are your sisters?" 

Obara turned to see him, "They are in Summerhall, guarding the Princess." She said, "Rhaegon's orders." 

Oberyn nodded, "Very well." He said, "Whatever he says, you do, child." 

They were both wearing leather armor, House Martell's sigil on the chestplate. 

"Father..." She said seriously, "I cannot obey an order that keeps me from fighting for my people, for my family, for you." 

"You must if it is from him." Oberyn said seriously, "I care not of what your pride is, daughter, the gods know that you get it from me. But that man is risking his life to fight for us. The last thing I want is for one of the reasons he is even fighting happens to foolishly die." 

"I will not die a fool's death, father." Obara scowled

"Dragon landing!" a soldier shouted, "It is Prince Viserys!!" 

Oberyn and Obara watched as Moonfyre landed on a hill near the camp, letting out an exhausted roar. Viserys quickly dismounted from his dragon and approached the soldiers. 

"Somebody get me some water!" He said as he patted his pants, "And get some feed for my dragon, the most you can muster! Thirty minutes, she will rest for thirty minutes. The gods know she will forgive me for pushing her too hard!" 

A soldier brought him a leather canteen which he quickly took, chugging the water down his throat. 

"Prince Viserys." Oberyn approached him, "Easy with the water." 

Viserys gasped for air and wiped his mouth, "Oberyn." He said, "When you are fending off two dragons for an entire night without sleep, you will not think to say that. And.....what happened to you? You took a beating?" 

Oberyn nodded, "You could say that." 

Viserys lifted the canteen back to his mouth, "Is that so?" He said, "Well.....best not repeat that. I am here to aid you in fending off these savages." 

"How come?" Oberyn asked, "I did not think you would even care if our people were killed." 

"Because...." Viserys gulped water, "My nephew is fighting for you. And I will fight alongside him, despite our differences. Because that is what Family does." 

"We can agree on that one thing." Oberyn said, "But there is something you should know. About the black dragon and his rider...." 

Back to the skies, Rhaegon saw as the two dragons approached rapidly. He saw that it was the massive black one with a shade of red and the cream and gold dragon. 

He narrowed his eyes, "The black dragon..." he said as he leaned forward, "Khal Daegon...." 

Viserra and Drogon let out roars as they approached, flying alongside each other, some space apart from each other. 

Khal Daegon widened his eyes in anger, seeing the man who killed his adoptive father, "It is him!!!!" He shouted in Dothraki, "Rhaegon Baratheon!!!!!!!" 

Syras narrowed her eyes, "The Black Lord, Morghul..." She said, "Father told me that it is a formidable beast...." 

"We must be careful, Viserra." Syras said in high-valyrian, "We could be at a disadvantage here." 

Viserra let out a roar, flapping her wings and pushing forth as Morghul approached them. 

Daegon stood up slightly on the saddle and pointed forward, "Kill, Drogon, Kill!!!!" He commanded in High-Valyrian

Drogon flapped his wings, picking up speed as he roared loudly, a bone-chilling sound. Far down below them, a massive horde of Dothraki approached, charging towards Oberyn's camp. There were at least 3,000 riders, their war-cries filling the air and matching the dragons' roaring in volume. 

Rhaegon saw this and sighed, "They should be fine." he said under his breath, "It is time, however. For me to fight what I came here to fight...." 

He tightened his grip on the saddle's handlebars as Morghul let out a loud roar, his wings flapping in the air, the sight of The Black Lord rapidly approaching two enemy dragons. It was something that not many would ever think of seeing. 

But it was about to happen, the dragons were within 100 meters of each other, and the clash was about to happen. 

Rhaegon took in a deep breath and let out an exhale, focusing his nerves before hardening his expression, 

"Angos, Morghul"