Lava Fields

Jakob's own form twists and shifts as the whips approach him, his flesh bending under the will of the spell he just cast on himself to allow him to dodge without care for anatomy or natural laws. As he dodges though, one of his claws lashes out low, attempting to sever one of the barbed lengths of tar from the rest of the mass.

The creature made of living stone that he created simply begins smashing its brittle fists into anything that it can reach which it sees move.