Morcleon Clone:
A Barren Mindscape
Opening your eyes to the plane you have pulled Marit to, you see, to your surprise, that she is not there. Looking around, the place is as you remembered it, if perhaps a bit darker around the edges. The gargantuan monster, however, is nowhere to be found. Worse yet, you cannot seem to break the spell off, nor leave this space. You could swear you hear a deep, echoing laughter in the back of your mind.

Morcleon, Erik, and Jacob:
Various Points on the Pride of Hiigara
Behind the ship, Marit surges forward, tentacles and clawed limbs pausing for a moment to envelop the limp body of the clone. They tighten with a quick crunch, and then cave in as flesh returns to hair.
Lage turns her attention back to the ship, cruising towards you at a renewed pace.

Kate:
The Skies Over a Massacre
The being in front of you hisses disturbingly as your sword cleaves clean through its staff, barely giving it time to dodge back. Grabbing half of the staff in each clawed hand, it pulls backwards, wings churning. Drawing back its head and muttering an incomprehensible phrase, it releases a spike of psychic energy in your direction at point blank range.