Ghost Rider growled at Nonon. "I've had plenty of run-ins with dragons. Some immortal gods. You try to argue with a mile tall dragon that eats the souls of fallen warriors, then go about insulting my intelligence." This argument was about the limits of good and evil, and what defines each. Ghost Rider already knew, but Johnny being the stubborn human he was, kept going about it. Johnny lost and learned a few things. Not that this was a shameful thing. Nidhogg had been around a lot longer than Johnny and Ghost Rider combined. Ghost Rider shrank back to his regular height, and says "So are we going to just sit around and insult each other, or go find us a dragon?"
The Brimstone Rider glanced at the sword of Saber warily. It wasn't too much of a problem, she seemed a paladin type. But he would have to be careful about her swinging that around close to him. He'd rather not get smite with a holy weapon just yet. The roar of what could only have been the dragon did not shake Ghost Rider at all, in fact it made him even more anxious to capture the beast. "I feel that we no longer need to split up, that sound should lead us to it."