Indrik approaches another group of goblins, having taken some time to rest inside the perimeter.
With a claw swipe, he slices the closest goblin of the group in twain. With a quick gesture and a mystic green glow, giant thorns begin to fall from the sky like rain over the remander of the goblin group, savagely impaling them.
One goblin survives the bombardment by crouching with it's shield over it's body. Indrik darts around the thorn rain, and a gunshot is heard as the goblin gibs messily and Indrik blows on the tip of Predator to cool it down and disseminate the smoke trail.
Exhausted from the high-level spell, Indrik retreats to meditate.