Even as he felt the spell go off, he looked up, and simply paused time for a moment as the liquid began flowing and covering the floor with a thin layer of magical ooze. He shook his head, and then pointed to where the party was, noting with a bit of relief that they had stayed near the door. He used a combination of summon elemental and ice wall to form a wall of earth, about six inches high, around their quarter of the room, blocking them from the spell sludge, and then turned back to resume his original position, before restarting time.<br/><br/>He screamed in pain as the magic touched him, the natural resistance to magic only partially blunting the effects, as he unleashed another blast of fire into the lich, and then shoved it into the ooze before laboriously flying toward the door, ignoring the bulging and tearing of his scales as his form began to mutate. "OUTSIDE THE ROOM NOW!!!"<br/><br/>He managed to get over the protected area without spewing his intestines onto the floor or leaking some interesting new fluid, but he knew the body was fast changing, and quickly dumped the polymorph spell to return to his normal, unmutated body. He writhed on the ground for a few seconds as the phantom pain continued, and then forced himself upright to look at the lich.