The effect of the sleet-soaked wolffolk's magical affliction is swift and catastrophic. His sudden transformation is like Chrrou's metamorphosis the hour before, but in reverse; whereas the small mouse's frame explosively grew, new muscle and sinew knitting around fresh bone, the wolffolk seems to collapse in on himself, wrinkling and shrinking as flesh atrophies, bones fold in on themselves, and fur shortens and flattens against his darkening hide. The paired swords tumble to the ground, and any other gear the wolffolk carries follow soon after; in the midst of the pile, all that remains of the creature himself is a dark-scaled and harmless<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/monsters/lizard.htm">lizard</a>.<br/><br/>{And just so there's no confusion, that was last round's action, not this one's.}