Marcus had been surprised by the lizards, but only for a moment. Now, of course, the problem was that, surprised or not, he wasn't strong enough to lift five seven-foot-tall creatures off of him at once. Their growling breath was fetid, and their keratinous claws and plates of natural armour scraped against the oppressed Ranger. Marcus felt a noticeable shift when Tonks blasted one away. The power of her magic blast was enough to blow Marcus' hair back. He was impressed by the fervour in her voice as she cast it, and thought he detected an undercurrent of desperation. Re-applying his strength, he strove against the reptilian bodies, shifting one or two ferocious forms. Anxious, he watched as more of the creatures crept closer to the people he was trying to protect.