[color=D6CC88][u][b]Campsite[/b][/u]

The girl didn't need her Sight to know whatever the Magi in the water was doing was bad news.  And while Cecil seemed to be doing okay, the other two looked worn out.  She had to find a way to help.  None of them seemed to be able to get at the one that was orchestrating the attack.  She scuffed her bare feet on the ground, and winced as a rock dug into the sole of her foot.

Amuné's eyes widened.  A rock?  That gave her an idea.  Heedless of the uneven footing, she pelted back to the tent and dove into one of the bags.  A strip of bandage, swiftly sliced off with her knife, and she had a sling.  There wasn't a child in her village that didn't have at least a little skill with a sling.  She dashed back to the edge of the water, ignoring Wyth's noises of protest.  The Magi was still casting.  Good, maybe he wouldn't notice her.

She whirled the strip of fabric with one of the smooth stones from the ground nestled inside.  It thrummed in her hand as she twirled it faster before releasing one side to send the stone arching toward the Magi in the river -- only to have it fall considerably short.  In her rush, she'd flubbed the shot.  She'd be no help if she didn't do it right!  Taking a breath as she grabbed another stone from the riverbank, Amuné tried to calm herself.  She spun her sling again, doing her best to focus on only her makeshift weapon and her target.  When she released this time, the stone hurtled toward the bad Magi.[/color]