Ewan raised his hands defensively at the sight of the trolls. "Get behind me. I think I can take- wait!" Already Aliki was carried off by swinging vines. Ewan sloshed after him but it was no use; he was mired in the muck and the trolls were coming. The mage murmured a spell and fell to a crouch. His skin turned green and mottled, and his bones re-arranged to something more frog-like.
Soon, the frog-man was hopping along a trail of fallen branches, tree-roots, and lillypads after the priest. The two were neck-to-neck. It seemed like he was hopping for ages, deeper and deeper into the swamp. "I think-" he croaked, a loud and involuntary ribbit, "-we lost them! Just where are we going?!"