[ The Guardian doll spins faster above Magilou's fingertips as she focuses her magic. Wind rushes beneath her, blowing her hair out behind her; energy snaps in the air, and Magilou smirks in her concentration. ]

I've got no idea how resistant these trees are to burning. What a shame.

[ She sighs, focusing on casting a water spell instead. With a wave of her hand and a few seconds of anticipation - the monsters still haven't looked over at them, the fools - a wall of water surges up in the middle of the monsters' cookout, catching a fair amount in its wake. It rushes up like a powerful wave; the monsters she's caught cry in surprise. ]

Flank 'em and pick off the ones that're left.

[ He'll need to avoid the water while it's rushing, but thankfully it's magical, so it won't stick around for too long. ]