"Everyone? That is fantastic! If everyone could do magic, then maybe some people wouldn't hate it so much." He hated that there was tension about it back home. He didn't know why, exactly, but there was something having to do with a 'great' event, or adventure, or battle, some ten-to-thirty years prior. He was still confused on that part. But now the normal people feared and, in some cases, hated, magic.

"I wish I had known someone with it, to teach me when I was younger." That was so cool! Maybe he could learn from this wizard?

When the woman moved in front of him, he fell back, feeling bad about it, but doing it. Her magic seemed a lot stronger and more put together than his, and he was carrying the device. He kept looking around, trying to make sure nothing came from their off-sides.

"Okay. " he stretched. He wouldn't abandon her, but he knew they were not too far from the bait spot now. He considered moving faster for a moment and making a break for it. As if the things sensed his ideas, they erupted from the trees, or rather 'it' did.

Merlin had no idea what it was, as it seemed rather out of a nightmare, with a shape that seemed to defy description. "Holy shit." He didn't swear, but it seemed appropriate right now.