Amuné wasn't wrong, they weren't going to win just by battling the monsters. With both himself and Nymira becoming ragged by the second they would tire long before their opponent would, and the Varuna didn't seem the least bit phased by the fight. Much as Ethan hated to do so they had to retreat, leaving their camp and the horses at risk to save themselves. The decision was a bit easier to make when the old man from before showed up though, giving plenty of incentive to high tail it out of there. "I know, but you're my friend! No way am I letting you get hurt!" Ethan said as he ran back to shore, managing a smile before gasping as he nearly tumbled and tripped on the sand. They were out of the water now which was good, and it looked like the two Magi were going to duke it out, but why? He supposed the why didn't matter so much, they had a ticket out of here and should take it, this was a bit beyond them.

Absurd, they were going to flee? If it was just the Varuna they had to deal with then Nymira was sure they could have won. It would have been hard fought to be sure, but the man wasn't invincible, no one was. All she'd needed to do was sink her daggers into their chest and it would be over, yet she'd never get the chance now; the old Muran man showing up thoroughly ruined any hopes of victory, even she had to concede that the fight was long out of their hands. She so badly wanted to make the Varuna pay for his misdeeds though, it was plaguing her even as they raced away from the river and up to the road above. Despicable, if they had a chance encounter again she wouldn't be so hesitant to kill the slimy bastard. "You're supposed to be my guards!" Nymira shouted, glancing back as the two Magi threw spell after spell at one another, "But... I'll allow a retreat this time!"

"Oh thanks Nymira, appreciate it!" Ethan shouted back, half-sincerely and half-sarcastically. He was fine with playing bodyguard for a while if the woman needed it, but asking them to fight those two was a little much. They had only escaped the man earlier because of Cecil's quick thinking, but now he doubted they could take both Magi out in the same fashion. On the road they were able to at least break the line of sight with the camp, the sound of water crashing into itself carrying clearly however. "We just need to get away, far enough to avoid that!" When it finished they needed to go back and salvage whatever they could too, at the very least try and get the horses back. Having to make this journey on foot and with no supplies wouldn't be impossible, but it would be far easier if they had that with them. 

Just how far did they run? All Nymira knew was by the time they stopped the sounds of fighting were faint in the distance, her lungs ached painfully and her body felt like it wanted to shut down it was so fatigued. With her heart still pounding frantically in her chest she sank down into a sitting position in the grass, letting her daggers lay at her feet as she tried to catch her breath. "Insanity... These places are insanity..." she muttered in disbelief, shaking her head before glancing back towards camp. She was accustomed to battle with other clans, and going to war was almost a weekly occurrence for most clans. Yet that was with sword and spear, tooth and claw, rarely if ever was magic involved in the fray. There was something of an unspoken truce among the Dimuran, for all their rancor and brutality Magi were never permitted to use spells on non-Magi, recognizing just how cruel and unjust such a fight was. The people here though, they threw spells without second thought, massive spells which could claim a dozen lives easily in the blink of an eye. Where was the honor in fighting like that?

"Wow... Heh... Surprised we got out... In one piece," Ethan laughed breathlessly, taking a seat too as he set Amuné down beside him. The wound inflicted by that gel creature had begun to sting and swell, but otherwise he and the others were miraculously unharmed from the encounter. By chance having his pouch still at his hip he slipped a hand in and pulled free a length of cloth, placing it over the wound for now and tying it with his teeth just to keep it covered. Saints knows how long that fight was going to rage on for, but they had to go back when it finally did end and see what they could get. "Amazing work back there Cecil... Really top notch," Ethan began with a smile, flashing their friend a thumbs up, "You... You feeling okay? That was a lot of magic you used."