Initiative:
Narine/Dros:20 (readied)
Boomers: 20
Feiran and Terak: 19
Adinal: 19
Cagthail: 17
Ilmordan and Summoned Beasties: 16
Illira: 14
Mob Swarm: 12
Animal Control Squad: delaying
Illira:
Your magically-enhanced speed is more than sufficient to bring you up to Adinal's side. (In fact, it's overkill, if you would rather cast another spell. Also note that Adinal's in no immediate danger due to the animal control squad's position between you two and the boomers.)
[SBLOCK] After watching the boomers for so long (relative to the rest of the party anyway), you are starting to work up an assessment of their combat threat. They're big, and obviously strong, but don't seem to have any particular plan in mind. They certainly aren't working together in any normal sense of that word. This fight wouldn't be any harder than a pack of ogres if it you had to judge simply from their physical build. Their connection to whatever other dimension they come from is the unknown factor. That some of them seem to be slightly injured by their havoc-causing on the roof earlier is encouraging... [/SBLOCK]
OOC: No problem, Zerth. I was starting to worry, though. Glad to have you back!

I can hardly get upset over RL intruding.
Mob Swarm:
Feiran is currently in NPC mode, though I should be able to get her back here now. As she's the only one affected by the mob, I'm skipping them for the moment.
Animal Control Squad:
These men ready their weapons, unsure of what to do. Their leader glances back to Adinal periodically, apparently convinced that he knows what is going on. Their fear is evident in the wavering of their shortswords and the involuntary steps they take back from the cloud of boomers.
(Delay action.)
Narine:
A safe distance away from the boomers, Narine notes their slow progress and halts, turning back towards the monsters. She has an intense look on her face, as though she is analyzing her chances and weighing whether or not to aid Illira and Adinal.
(Ready an action to use a power.)
Boomers:
The boomers draw close enough to the animal control squad that their contorted flight whips the rain into a spattering frenzy, pushing the men even closer to panicked flight. They stop moving, and a sound like a loud wind builds up around the boomers. After listening for a moment, you can discern mocking laughter in a chaotic variety of pitches in the howling of the wind.
Feiran and Adinal are next. (Cagthail's already taken his turn, I believe?)