Gasping with his full lung capacity at the sight of Erik losing his bearings, Benedict lurches out of the way just in time for lightning to shake the ground.
He catches Dick's sigh, casts an uncertain glance his way-- but the other mage doesn't look anywhere near as terrified as he is, and despite how Benedict's heart is threatening to lunge out of his chest, there's still work to be done.

A large barrier is refreshed around Jone, and everyone near her. Then, a spell right to the dragon's cranium; she shrieks and tosses her head, lunging to bite the nearest person-- only to miss by a mile, taking a clumsy sidestep as the Confusion spell does its work.