"When y'vanish something," He's thinking aloud, still breathing hard around smoke. "Does that hide it, or –"

A dark shape lifts above horizon, another, three in all. Still too distant to spy what Cedric already knows: Dracolisks, headed their way. His knees dig in, and Agathe plunges on. The fuckers are fast. Air battle's a bad way to be outnumbered. If they can spy rock, somewhere to land and get the jump...

Separating rider and fire-spitting mount is the best chance to even the score.