[color=D6CC88]The girl watched the fighting, trying to stay close to the cart and out of the way.  Nymira had gotten hurt by the flaming saliva from one of the lizard-hound, and she was having trouble.  Amuné could do nothing but watch.  The things moved fast and dodged well, avoiding thrown knives and arrows, so her sling stones wouldn't do much good.  And she didn't want to hit one of her friends by mistake, either.

A flare of luminous magic caught her attention.  Zander seemed to be the source, but it wasn't the demacite-powered spells he'd used before, this was the real thing.  What in Edos' name was going on?!  Was he a Magi after all?  Well she still didn't like him, he was mean!

A prickling sensation on the back of her neck, caused by a bit of her magic, prompted the girl to spin around.  She was just in time to spot a slightly smaller assailant leaping the cart to come at her.  Wyth shoved her aside, snarling a challenge, even as Ethan sent the hound flying with a gust of wind.  The cat had been sticking close to his girl for just this reason.  With the others occupied, there was no one to keep an eye on her save for him, and there were too many of the dogs to stray far from her side.  But with the man there, Wyth didn't wait for encouragement.  He leapt after the downed beast, claws out and teeth bared, aiming for the intersection of head and neck with strong jaws while his paws tried to rend flesh.

Behind Ethan, Amuné scrambled to her feet.  She was shaking from her close call, and he looked so worn out.  She wished more than anything that she could help somehow, but she wasn't any sort of fighter.  Even Geoffrey was more of a fighter than she was, apparently quite skilled with his bow.  Her power hadn't warned the group of danger this time, and even if she used it to predict attacks, she couldn't get everyone else to move out of the way right.  She was useless.  Useless!  She couldn't do anything but cower when they'd gone after her and her father, and she couldn't do anything now.  She wanted to be strong like Nymira, brave like Cecil, never giving up like Ethan, but all she could do was make them worry about keeping her safe.  She wasn't strong or brave or clever.  She wasn't even a healer like her mother.  She could only hope that they'd win, and pray that they did.  Moral support counted for something, right? -- even if not very much.

The girl stepped close to Ethan, putting a hand on his arm and trying to let him know she appreciated what he was doing, even though it was draining him.  He and everyone else had fought so hard the day before, and now this.  She prayed to Saint Edos and the other saints that they'd protect her friends and give them the strength they needed to fight off the hounds.

At her touch, the wind mage would slowly start to feel better.  It wasn't quite the same as being rested, because he was still definitely weary, but more like he'd found a second wind.  At the same time, a faint pressure started to build up at his temples, and behind his brow.  It didn't seem like a normal headache, but at least he had more energy to fuel his magic -- enough to be able to send a wind gust slamming into the mutt that tried to jump him.  Moments later, though, Amuné tensed beside him, her hand gripping tighter, and images exploded in his head.

The vision hit her hard, taking her breath away at first.  It was a bunch of disjointed images, with the party and the magma-drooling hounds fighting and dying.  A lot of them had Zander dying, his face and chest shredded by sharp claws or burned by fiery saliva, or his throat ripped out by sharp teeth.  She might not like him, but he didn't deserve to die.  There was something off about the hounds, something more menacing, but she couldn't figure out what it was.  They acted like normal monsters, for the most part, but there was something about them that bothered her.  The big one in particular seemed very clever, but her Wyth was clever too so that wasn't it.  

The vision left Amuné weakened and she stumbled a step or two, before realizing the man beside her was on the ground.  "Ethan?  Ethan!"  Had one of the dogs gotten him?  He didn't look hurt, but something must have happened.  Anything she might do about her vision was discarded as she went instead to shake him.  "Ethan, what happened, are you okay?  You need to get up!"[/color]