Suddenly something rose from the murky sludge that had just been trekked. The ground was alive! At least, any normal person would think on first notice. The muck burbled as it coalesced into some horrid mimicry of a human. Any resemblance to a human stopped there as roots started climbing up into the being, the twisting tendrils forming claws for the beast. At the beast's "head," the muck dripped and fell to form a face with jaw hanging wide open. The appearance gave it an anguished look, forever trying to emit a roar. Now that the beast was armed and given a basic shape, the magic seemed to abruptly stop. It had no need for legs, as it could surge through the very ground it was made of.
The magic that had given the beast life also gave it a signal. The Wingly was suffering from magical attacks, so go after him first. He will be easy prey.
The magic that had given the beast life also gave it a signal. The Wingly was suffering from magical attacks, so go after him first. He will be easy prey.