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"Oh, to HELL with it..." you hear from O-8 as Moley drops his invisibility spell.

He makes a quick nod and wink to Kavra and casts a spell, and where Kavra once was, now a T-Rex stands, the arena shakes as its roar overwhelms the arena. (I am making the assumption that Kavra will choose NOT to resist the Polymorph spell, otherwise, a saving throw is required)

Yes - IT'S ON!

Moley sees the horror he has created, turns, and runs the opposite direction (Stopping in R14 - unless Kavra somehow maintained concentration on the Wall of Force after the Ape onslaught in which case he stops at R9) - note that if the Wall of Force remains, the polymorph will technically not interrupt Kavra's concentration.

I believe it is Kearan's turn (since he isn't attacking the elemental) before Moley's

Having made his save, Moley takes 1/2 damage (17) which requires a DC 10 concentration save.

Moley had a dream last night that this would happen, and he had a vision that he would roll a 17 on this save (17+3=20), and low and behold, that's exactly what he rolls! Concentration maintained.

Moley, looking nervously at the electric coil, gets a freezing blast from the side. The sound of a small child screaming can be heard...or perhaps that's Moley.

Cone of cold Con save: Constitution save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

I'm fine either way. Going back a couple actions is no big deal, but I don't think allowing the elemental for a few rounds is game-breaking either. Whatever everyone else is OK with, I am as well.

A yelp can be heard not too far from the huge ape, then the hushed words of a nondetection spell and movement away.

Moley sees the giant ape, looks down at his own long shanks and gasps. A quick movement of his fingers and a word indicate a greater invisibility spell. He flickers slightly, then fades from view.

Before you see the next competitor, you hear a voice:
"Get in there. Either you win us the winner's purse, or you die. Can't say which I'm hoping for more."

A skinny and rather dirty looking middle aged man seems to walk reluctantly into the arena, looking back nervously at the entrance. Eventually he makes it to the starting mark and he looks at the rest of the wizards in the arena, his eyes growing wider and wider with fear.