For a moment, Maeve was distracted by a sense of warning.  Her eyes flew about the treeline, searching for the source of this familiar presence...<br/><br/>Then the ogres were coming in their terrible numbers and great size.  With a squeak, the silver haired girl drew three sling stones from her pouch and enchanted them with the only combat spell she'd felt the slightest need to prepare.<br/><br/><em>Casting Magic Stone, will attack next round when the ogres are closer.</em>