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

Amuné watched in awe as Cecil managed to do serious damage to the monster, following it up with a blast of lightning that finished the job, leaving the thing's gel body sloughing off and the skeleton breaking under the strain.  But the Varuna in the water was still active, and he could just summon more.  He'd showed that to be the case after the defeat of the smaller monsters -- and sure enough, the Magi started summoning /two/ of the giants.  "We can't beat him by just fighting the monsters!" Amuné called, slinging another stone at the bad Magi.  She was going to grab another rock, but a sound made her pause.

It was a roaring noise, and was soon followed by a massive wave of water.  The girl gasped.  It took out the Varuna's monsters, so it wasn't cast by him.  But who then?  Wyth turned, ears pricked, and Amuné followed the direction of his gaze.  Was that...?  It was the Magi from the bridge!  "Stay away from him, he's bad -- and powerful!" she called to Nymira.  Ethan and Cecil already knew this, but the Dimuran had never encountered this man before.

And Ethan was being sensible, thank the Saints, saying they should run.  She had no objection when he picked her up and kept going.  She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shirt.  She didn't understand why bad Magi kept finding them and wanting to hurt them.  Magic wasn't supposed to be used for things like this.[/color]