The System told him it was a Zomblin. A zombie goblin, and aside from intelligence going down and endurance going up it hadn't changed from its living self. Tucking away that information he kept speeding along the ground until he got attacked. The wisps were launching magic at him, one of which struck the stones of his make-shift shield. He flowed around the other one that was shot ahead of him, his body splitting around it as he flowed like a small river. The magical ball impacting the ground uselessly.

The others had to move faster to keep up with him, they honestly didn't need to rush after him. But Trent handling the fanged lizard about to spit at him was appreciated, and largely ignored for now. The stones took literal chunks from the zombie goblins side before it grabbed his Shell and pulled him away somehow before slamming him to the ground. The skull took most of the impact though, not that a body slam really would have hurt too much.

Still the wisps fired at him again, so he pulled the off-balance goblin thrusting a javelin at him down. Forcing it to take the magical shots in its back. The short throwing spear did hit him, but the damage wasn't too bad. He had good defenses, but his Poison Resistance wasn't active yet. So that burned a bit like the necro-slimes acid.

One of his pseudopods extended, straightened, and turned into a pointed spike. [color=red]"Skewer!"[/color] He ground out, shoving the spike up through the zomblins jaw to go through the roof of his mouth to get to its brain.