[Purple Fox] held its hook-ended arm up higher, with the bookish monk still impaled by it.
"Oh, crap!" The scrawny monk said.
Akira and the tough monk merely gawked in fear.
"That thing is…" Akira started to say.
'One of the golems!'
Ai was the only one who didn't appear scared, as she sighed and produced a smarmy, close-eyed smirk. "Hehe. That's a sign to make myself scarce."
Saying this, she promptly faded from view through the use of her [Stealth] ability.
"Ai, what the Hell?!" Akira snapped.
She giggled. "I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines, as always!"
"Curses," the bookish monk groaned, still clinging to life by a tenuous string as her blood continually poured, dripping out onto the floor beneath her. "Purple Fox...is unpredictable. More savage, than the others...even if you know the trick...
"Lung is...punctured. Death...a virtual certainty."
The tough acolyte stomped forward.
