Hairn dashed to the side, carving a deep gash into the side of the beast.
With a yelp it retreated to the side, watching Hairn carefully.
Crack-!
A thunderbolt smacked into a stone golem. Quol began chanting another spell in annoyance.
Uwooooo~!
The golem slammed its hands onto the ground. Mud splattering everything nearby. It then lifted up, with great effort, a ball of hardened mud.
Quol slammed the bottom of his staff onto the ground, "Golems are so annoying to deal with! Oh calls from the hallowed end, may you grasp what you desire. Your deathly hands grip your victim, and bring down sinful liars! [Sorrowful Grasp]!"
The golem tossed the ball of hardened mud. Quol's figure vanishing before it slammed into him.
Suddenly deathly black and yellow hands ascended from beneath the golem. Slowly they climbed, grabbing onto whatever they could. The golem's great strength couldn't seem to fight off the hands, and was soon pulled into an unknown area.
