[color=D6CC88]Amuné turned to look at Zander when Nymira called to him, and was just in time to see one of the suited men kill the downed bandit.  Her breath caught in her throat.  Knowing they were ruthless, knowing they would kill, that was different than actually /seeing/ them do it.  Even as a healer's daughter, she'd not actually encountered much death, and never like this.  Shock froze her in place for what seemed like forever, as the Dimuran lady hurled fire to get the men away from Zander, and the healer started running.  A snarl from Wyth finally tore her attention away from the grisly scene below.  Nymira was struggling, a pirate choking her from behind with a chain.

"Nymira!" The frightened girl didn't know what to do.  Ethan had said to stay back, but Nymira needed help, and neither Ethan nor Cecil was anywhere to be seen.  Zander was still running for the ship, too far off to be any help yet.   "Ethan, where are you?!" Amuné shrieked, but there was still no sign of him.  She slid off Wyth's back, shoes thudding on the wooden deck as she reached into her pocket for the scrap of cloth she'd used as a sling the night before.  She only had a few stones, but that would have to be enough.  She was trembling so much that it was hard to prep it.  Amuné could tell as soon as she released it that her shot was off.  She swallowed hard and pulled out another stone, but desperate tears were making her vision swim, and with the way her hands shook she would just miss again.  Why had they even agreed to do this?  Surely any information the mayor might have, they could have gotten from another source without having to do something like this.  She wished nobody had to fight or get hurt.  And the men in suits would hurt everyone, she just knew it.

Zander was there now, striking the man strangling Nymira in hopes of dazing or distracting her attacker enough that she could escape.  Amuné was relieved that someone was there to help, but that left Ethan and Cecil.  Where where they?  Why weren't they answering when she or Zander called?  Her heart gave an unpleasant lurch in her chest.  What if they couldn't?  What if they were in trouble like Nymira?  Or worse, what if they were hurt?  The thought terrified her.  She had to find them.

The girl looked around.  She knew they were on the ship somewhere, but where?  A stairway lead down into the shadows of the hold was the first possibility she saw, and she didn't bother looking for another.  Down the dimly lit stair she went, Wyth at her side.  The moorcat suddenly moving in front of her brought the girl up short.  He didn't want his girl getting in the middle of the fight he could tell was going on in the room beyond the stair, particularly with her eyes still geared to the sunlight above.  Amuné forced words past the lump in her throat, telling him to move, but the feline refused, hissing at her to let her know he was serious.  "Wyth, please," she begged, but until he could tell by the way she moved that she wasn't working blind he stayed firmly in her path.  Even then he only did so with reluctance, but his girl was clearly wasn't going to accept no for an answer.[/color]