Draped across the creature's back, he can hear the growl rumbling in it's chest. The spell holds. Ellis very carefully lets go of his grip on the mace and drops to the ground. As predicted, his front is smeared black. He spits on the ground at the creature's feet. He picks his way over to the wall, pulls himself up to look down over the wall at her while keeping one eye on their furious quarry.

"This is temporary. I have a few other tricks, but it'll be better for us if we can kill or it capture it before I hit the end of my rope."

He squints down at Ellis, braces a flithy elbow on the wall as he leans further over.

"It's a shame he didn't have a spell book."

Which, sure, would have made this easier but also because Ellis would have liked to see it.