Brisa felt a knot of fear ball in her stomach.  She wasn't even sure why it was so strong; just that it was.  To fight it she had to understand it.

Part of it was the surroundings; she had been uncomfortable in the wilderness ever since she left the “safety” of her moor home.  Part of it was Argurios' actions. 

That thought sparkled in her brain like a ray of sunshine in the oppressing rain. 

She had grown accustomed to his actions, and to leaning on him not physically but mentally.  She trusted him to keep her safe out here in the wildness and now he was behaving in a manner that her mind told her was wrong. 

This train of thought was swift. Only fractions of seconds, but it was crystal clear to Brisa.  Had he also mumbled something about his vision?  He had been fine moments ago, even spotting the oncoming beings in the unending rain.  So what had changed?  Aiden's scream confirmed her fears, though she didn't realize their thoughts didn't mesh at all to her it was proof.  

Magic.  Her mind said Magic.  Magic was easily used to confuse, blind, and misdirect.  They were simple spells.  She couldn't cast them of course.  But they were simple.  Both divine and arcane users could access these effects.  

But what they couldn't do was cast spells when their concentration was broken.  One of the first lessons Brisa was taught was that magic was all about the ability to concentrate; spell users spent countless hours working on their concentration.  She could hope who ever was messing with her friend, she didn't know exactly how it was being done but it didn't matter, she hoped their concentration could be broken. 

She lifted her fingers to her lips and gave an ear splitting whistle, loud enough to pierce the muffled dullness that was the constant rain.  High pitched and loud; it was a call she had Autury used to use when they were traveling the moors to gather supplies.  It carried extremely well.  She could hope it would startle their enemies.  Unfortunately she didn't take into account it might startle her friends as well.   She didn't wait to see. 

Instead she dropped to her knees and scrabbled on the ground for a few rocks, there were plenty here.  She couldn't throw a spear like Aiden but she could hurl a rock reasonably well.  She was no warrior, she couldn't stand toe to toe, but maybe she could be a  good distraction. 

“My kingdom for a light spell” she muttered as she stood back up trying to calm her racing mind and choose the proper target.