The tiny Azerus smiled in reply and seemed to still be shrinking, either that or he somehow shrunk himself a little further. 
Now at two foot and a bit the tiny Azerus could just fit his hand through a small crack in the thick shell.

Just as he done that the sand beneath them began shifting and water began to rise up through the ground.

[i]"They are shrinking the island!"[/I] He squeaks in the manliest voice he can muster. 
[i]"Close your eyes!"[/I] Azerus shouts.
Even through closed eyelids a blinding flash fills the black inside of the shell. A deafening '[b]CRACK[/B]' of lightning soon follows. 

In a split instant the island stopped shrinking, the water stopped rising and shell reverts to its normal size, falling to the floor right in front of Moeasha. 
 Also infront of Moeasha is a very short naked Azerus trying to stand proudly while retaining some level of modesty with his hand.

[i]"everything was proportionally shrunk..."[/i] he sternly reminds her.


Meanwhile the three troublesome wizards wash-up ashore twitching, exhausted and near unconscious.