Update: The four men with red dots cannot transform and are trying to get away but it's slow going. The overgrown grass has caught fire and it starting to slowly spread.
Murdain, your magic feels greasy, hard to grasp. It's like your metaphysical fingers slip and while your spell works, some of the magic washes over you. You aren't sure what it did but you've felt this before...
OOC: If you cast a spell within 15 feet of Indominus, roll 1d100 for me.