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

Amuné was already reaching for another stone to send at the bad Magi as the others' attacks lit up the night.  But they didn't seem to be doing much damage to the behemoth before them.  So much magic, they had to be exhausted.  And still they kept trying.  The girl loosed her projectile and grabbed another, setting it to spinning.  "If you can't hurt the monster, go for what's controlling it!" she called.  Surely the others could neutralize the Magi attacking them, and that would make the icky monster go away.

Wyth paced back and forth making disgruntled noises.  Now more than ever his girl needed to get away, get somewhere safe, and yet here she was even closer to the fighting than before.  The scent from the huge bad creature was awful, like poisoned rotting meat, and he didn't want her anywhere near it.  But his girl wouldn't budge.  "No, Wyth," she scolded.  He snarled softly, his fur standing on end, making him look even bigger than he already was.[/color]