Bariyan doesn't look straight down because he knows, he just knows that the moment he takes the sky out of his peripheral, a demon is going to fly at him and bite his head off. Thus far none of them have actually taken notice of him. The struggling dragons seem to be the Legion's more pressing concern, and the branches provide good coverage.

He perches on a branch to sight the nearest cluster of demons and sticks an arm out, thumb outstretched, judging the distance to be... too far for him to throw a hammer at. Damn. Well, not his job, anyway. He's supposed to be finding the wounded.

He spots a flash of blue on the ground, some distance away -- three hundred feet, maybe -- and, deciding that the nearest demons are too busy to pay attention to another shout, replies to the man below.

"Hiding? All the demons are up here! Now--" Bariyan pauses. Don't bring any not our own, the dragon had said. The dragons are divided. Right. "--which flight did you come from?"

He hasn't recognized Koltira yet. Death knight, he's got that much, no mistaking that reverb. But the reason Bariyan doesn't even suspect that it might be Koltira is because he's managed to convince himself that Koltira and Martin must have made it back to their Azeroth. Must have.