Amuné couldn't really tell what was going on in the fight from where she waited, hidden behind a clump of bushes.  She heard shouts of anger and pain, but she didn't think most of them came from her friends.  That was good, wasn't it?  The girl hoped so, as she pressed against her moorcat's side to minimize her shaking.  Zander had gone to join the conflict by then, and it was just her and Wyth, waiting and hoping.  She was so scared for them, but Ethan wanted her back where she would be safe.

The vision that slammed into her took her by surprise.  It was jumbled and confusing, with her friends and the new healer and the bandits and men in suits with strange devices.  Where had they come from?  The child had no idea, but the expression in their eyes made her blood run cold.  They were dangerous, and they didn't care who they had to hurt.  They'd kill anyone that got in their way, and right now that included Amuné and her friends.

The girl struggled to reorient herself as the vision faded, finding herself on her hands and knees.  She must have fallen when she zoned out.  Wyth was watching something, a silent snarl on his lips, and abruptly moved so that she was draped over his shoulders and leapt aside.  Shards of ice buried themselves in the ground where the pair had been moments before.

Amuné's gaze moved in the direction from which the attack had come, and she couldn't keep from shuddering.  It was a suited man like from her vision, and on his arm was a strange device that held traces of magic.  She could see others like him, closer to the ship.  What should she do?  Ethan had said to stay clear, but she was no longer safe hiding where she was, and the others were in even more danger.  She repositioned herself on the moorcat's back, barely avoiding falling off as he dodged another attack.  Why was he attacking her?  She'd done nothing -- she needed to tell the others, and they had to get out of here.  Bandits were one thing, but these men were something else, something very dangerous.

A soft command to Wyth and he made for the ship, gathering himself to leap onto the prow.  "Nymira!" the girl called, her voice frightened.  "There's bad men coming, one shot ice at me and they're /really/ bad!"  Amuné looked around, but she couldn't see Ethan or Cecil from where she was.  "Where are the others?  We should go!"