"Heeheeheehee!" A vile cackling slithered its way through the fog of the swamp to Rehlya's ears. "Trompin' around an' smackin' up me friends? Not a good idea, lass. 'Fraid now I'm gonna 'ave'ta teach ye a lesson." A short Magi had come out from hiding to reveal herself. "Me name's Granna. An' to be totally 'onest, I think you're quite rude."
Still exhausted from her fight with Blygt, Rehlya started to panic. What should I do? I can barely stand up! Maybe I can keep her talking to buy some time to recover.
"How long have you been skulking over there?" Rehlya didn't think that talking to the little Magi would do much good, but right now, even the slightest bit of time would help her. "I don't see 'ow that's any of ye business, but I saw the 'ole fight. You popped the ol' bloke a good one, didn't ye?" Granna chuckled to herself and looked over to where Blygt had landed after the junjertrug tackled him. The gangly Magi was still lying there, motionless.
Seizing the moment, Rehlya commanded her junjertrug to charge Granna. Realizing she was under attack, the little Bograthian quickly began summoning all manner of creatures. The junjertrug thrashed through almost all of them in its thundering rage, but came to a halt after hitting a torpar bigger than Rehlya had ever seen. The junjertrug reared back and charged again, furious that this new creature had been able to slow him.
"Oh, musta slipped my mind. My critters like sharin' with one anotheh as they come from the Dream Realm." Granna then proceeded to cackle her maniacal cackle, unsettling Rehlya even more. "Guess I'll just have to hit them harder then! Take that thing down!" Her junjertrug crashed and thundered through the swamp, slamming its full weight into the torpar, decimating the big creature.
Regaining her cool, Rehlya began to pull various relics out of her pouch. The Weave Mat Iyori had given her before she left was what she was looking for. It would provide her with all the knowledge she'd need for the fight, if she could just remember where she put it.
While struggling to find it, Granna had summoned up a veritable army of Dream Creatures, all gnawing and thrashing at the junjertrug. Without Rehlya working her Weave magic on the grass, it was overwhelmed by the Bograthian hordes, crashing to the ground, then dissolving into animite.
Realizing she had forgotten to start weaving the creatures together, Rehlya stopped rummaging and started summoning more creatures. Forming the image of her ever-faithful sagaweaves in her mind, the pair of grass woven creatures flashed into existence, and she began to fluidly move her hands in the artful form of the Weave.
"Ah, so ye think that trick'll work on me, do ye?" Granna had already seen Rehlya working her Weave magic from the bushes where she had been watching Blygt's fight. Summoning more creatures, they all pulled extra energy from the Dream Realm as the came into the Moonlands, somewhat countering the Weave spell. Still, with Rehlya transferring the energies of Granna's creatures into her own, it was almost impossible to stop the Weavers creatures, even with the massive number of dream creatures the little Bograthian had summoned.
Once again, creature after creature fell to Rehlya's spell, and her creatures thrashed and ravaged the opposition. Summoning a jumbor, Rehlya threw everything she had left in her at Granna, cudgeling her into unconsciousness.
As the little Magi fainted, Rehlya tapped her rings to release her creatures. Almost as soon as she had, she collapsed in a heap on the ground, exhausted from the fights. Of course, in a place like Bograth, safety is not to be found lying face down in the middle of a clearing…