An outcropping of stone, vaguely humanoid-shaped with greatly oversized arms and legs, rumble-walks to 60N30E, where it patiently waits for an enemy to come within reach (readied attack).
A human wearing robes steps to 0N115E. He has pale, withered, lifeless skin and holds a quarterstaff in one hand and a scroll in the other, which he opens and reads.
Mr. no-tan (Ned to his pals) figures that toe-to-toe melee with this thing just won't be pleasant - so flies straight up to 0N 115E 25Z then casts Mage Armor.
Moving to 5N 110E 40Z, Ned shakes out his new collection of bone spurs, and is happy he got out when he did.
This round: casts False Life, draws his Wand.
Next Round: Mage Armor.
Third round: Flaming Sphere...to see if walls burn.