Amuné waking up by screaming herself hoarse gave everyone a bit of a fright, but thankfully there didn't seem to be any real problem. Just a nightmare, Ethan supposed, nothing a little song and some hugs wouldn't fix. Watching as Nymira did just that his eyes widened slightly when the little girl came to him instead, hugging him and prompting him to put an arm around her in turn. Poor kid, and now she was apologizing for waking them up too of all things. "Hey don't sweat it, we can go back to bed," Ethan responded kindly, using his free hand to ruffle Amuné's hair, "Things are just fine, nothing's going to hurt you out here." Or her father, they had to keep optimistic and tell themselves they would find the girl's parents. Sure, the truth was they hadn't a clue where either might be but getting down on themselves and thinking they were gone wouldn't help any, best to just look on the bright side.

"Let's all get to sleep, alright? We got a lot more traveling to do tomorrow," Ethan added as he laid back in his sleeping roll, moving over to make room for Amuné. Before the little Ydran ever joined him though the horses whinnying drew everyone's attention outside, followed by an alert yowl courtesy of Wyth. Just what was all the fuss over? Sitting up again he crawled over to the flaps of the tent, furrowing his brow when he saw Amuné shirk back at whatever was out there. Easing her aside he peered out towards the river to see what was going on, alarmed to see Cecil fending off two creatures. What the heck were those? And where in the world had they come from? "Crap... Stay here!" Hurrying back to his sleeping roll he fetched his sword, darting out of the tent and unfolding his weapon to fight. Was it that old man again?

"Yesss... Yeeessss... Fight them, let them feast on your flesssssh!" the Varuna mage hissed in glee, cackling as he watched the slimes battle with Cecil. With toxic skin that excreted poison like a toad they would do serious harm to whoever touched them, or whoever they touched. Expecting then the boy with the gauntlets to be doubling over in pain he was confused to see him fighting unharmed, not even remotely phased by the slimes poisons and strikes. What's more another one was joining the fight now, the Muran boy from the reports. What a bother, he'd hoped to take them all by surprise, not fight them directly. "No matter, I'll melt them all to the bone..." the caster laughed, extending his arms and raising from the depths two more slimes. With a toothy grin he sent his creations after Ethan this time, with Cecil still preoccupied with his two.

Just what in the world was going on out there? Blasted morons, causing a ruckus over what she figured was a deer. "Unbelievable, what are you all so worked up over...?' Nymira grumbled, crawling to the tent's flaps and peering outside to get a better look. Spotting Cecil locked in combat with strange creatures and Ethan about to be made all the commotion make a little sense, and it would explain the animals all being uneasy. They couldn't catch a break even out here could they? "Child, stay in the tent and don't move, you'll be safe here," the Dimuran said as she grabbed her daggers, hurrying out to join the others. Even from here she could pick up the stench those abominations carried, something similar to decaying flesh almost. Was this necromancy? They didn't appear human, yet in the glow of the moon she swore she could make out skeletons. Where there were the undead there was generally a caster responsible, so where were they?

There, on the river! They were small, even smaller than she was, but they must be the culprit! If the others were busy fighting those things then she'd handle the mage, most necromancers were all but defenseless without their pawns protecting them. With daggers in hand she dashed forth towards the water, quickly running through it and trying to close the gap between her and her target. In hindsight splashing like that was an awful idea and her presence was made much too soon, causing the Varuna to cast a nasty green mist in her direction. Seeing nowhere to avoid it Nymira hastily ducked under the water, relieved to find it wasn't penetrating the surface. Kicking off the ground she swam a few feet away before surfacing again, raising a hand and firing off a simple fireball styled spell. Much to her dismay another abomination was created in her attacks path, taking the hit and exploding on contact, leaving its master unharmed. 

"Gods you reek!" Seriously, what the heck were these things?! They smelled an awful lot like a rotting animal carcass but were transparent, and even more disturbing appeared to have skeletons inside of their gooey flesh. Whatever they were they had to go, Ethan knew that much. Avoiding the grasping hands of the pair he swung out with his sword in response, managing to sever one of their arms as it fell to the ground and dissipated into a puddle. "Heh, like a hot knife through butter," he said with a grin, relieved they were easy to harm at least. His grin was quickly wiped clean however when the creature regenerated its limb, letting out a shrill howl before lunging at him again, both arms trying to wrap their way around the Magi. In a panic he jumped back and stumbled over a rock, missing being grabbed but ending up on his back. The second creature then ended up over him, hissing as liquid dripped from its frame onto his skin, burning it on contact. Wincing in pain he gathered together magic and blasted the creature off with a quick spell, scrambling to his feet and putting distance between himself and the creatures.