It was a fearsome giant, made of pure stone, seemingly gnawing at its own tongue in anticipation of its forthcoming meal. It was nearly as tall as a two-story house, and just about as wide, and its shining, grey eyes held no reasoning - just an intense need to feast. The beast cared not what it was that found its way into its maw. It simply needed nourishment that the rocks and dirt around it would not provide.
It flashed its teeth, snarling as it stepped forward, ramming through the stalagmites above.
“Is there a reason we discovered this beast?” Lysander asked.
“Because we disturbed something up there,” Magna replied. “Likely that switch. And that room was likely some sort of feeding trap.”
Lysander smirked. “Seems elaborate for a trap.”
“It kinda’ is.” Magna’s hand found the hilt of his short sword. “I’m not exactly full of ideas right now. Ruby?”
She stood just behind him, her gun already in hand. “Wildlife is your specialty, hon’.”
“That isn’t wildlife!” He quickly nudged Ruby further behind himself when the beast took a step forward, snarling as it glared down the food that stood before it.
“This is one of the many relics of ages passed. A Golem, hidden away down here… this is a fascinating find in itself actually.” Lysander seemed more enamored with the beast than frightened of it, as he took another step closer to the monster, glaring upwards at it all the while. “Yes. Quite a miracle that we ran into something this valuable so soon.”
“Okay, well, there we go.” Ruby stepped ahead of Magna again, now aiming the revolver with both hands on the hilt. She focused her aim right between its eyes. “This place was made to house that thing. It’s a valuable discovery, right?”
“A bullet isn’t going to penetrate its skin. You are aware of that, right?”
She looked to Lysander and smirked. “Depends on the bullet.”
She found herself abandoning her shot at the beast as it swung its fist into the ground, just barely missing the spot where she’d stood moments before. Had she and Magna not leapt away, surely they would have been mere scrapes of flesh and blood on its knuckles.
Another thrash was aimed at Magna, who rolled out of the creature’s destructive fury again and again. He could barely find the time to draw his sword, and even once he did… what would he do with it against a stone Golem?
Lysander had made his way near Magna’s right side, just as the Golem prepared another fist that would surely crush him. What the hell is he thinking? Magna wasn’t sure what Lysander could possibly do in such a moment, but standing there as though he were invincible wasn’t exactly an intelligent plan. And yet he didn’t move an inch as the Golem reared back its hand, and brought it forward…