Presto moved, jogging forward, and keeping his eyes open even as he kept Mal in his peripheral vision. The last thing they needed was to get separated
"So, we take it down, to capture, right?" He glanced at her before glancing forward again, hearing noise ahead, and concentrating.
Just ahead, he could almost feel something waiting, moving, something not normal. he glanced over at Mal, waving at where he could sense it, slowing, ready to engage, even as he took a breath.
When they were ready, he moved forward and sent his magic arrowing in, aiming to take the wind out of the thing and to knock it down with his magic missiles. Blue light lept from his hands in small globes too numerous to count.