Casting the Spell

"Faye, can you reach the pouch on my belt?" Magna asked urgently while focusing on the obstacles ahead of him.

He jumped over a bush here, ducked under a branch there, dodging every obstacle like a professional athlete.

If he could join a ninja warrior competition, he was sure he would win it for a lifelong prize.

"Pouch?" she murmured, trying to see it with her upside-down view.

"Ah, here it is." She spotted it hanging there, tied on with a cord around his belt.

"Good, just take a pill from inside and put it in my mouth." Magna said, though even he wasn't sure how she would manage that in her current position.

She looked quite confident. "Leave it to me."

She reached for the pouch and untied the cord holding it to his belt. It took some effort, but she managed it.

Then she called out. "You're holding me too tight, loosen up a little."

Magna did as she asked, only once he was sure she wouldn't slip out of his hands.