Zazel would be somewhat groggy when he was regaining his consciousness. His vision somewhat blurred and only got into focus as to what was happening. His first friend, strangled. The golem, screaming for his desires as if it lost its nonexistent mind. The cave itself that they resided in being used as a weapon against the boys. Zazel felt that something must be done, before Harvard would give in. As he rushed towards the two, he would see his friend raising up his hand towards the demon, his palm open wide to signify either a plead of assistance, or prevention. Zazel reached out with his own hand, whilst casting a sigil to take aim and try to stop the golem from doing anything problematic. Trying to stop him from causing an unnecessary death towards a problem. Trying to pin him down and relax him, until..
SNAP!
The sound of bone being broken. The sound that emanated from the child, practically snuffed out within an instant. The sound of such a child who's life was lost to the construct. The sound that goes along with a limp arm and hand, resting onto the ground, culminating their last grasp of reality before them. The sound that Zazel would heard and grow silent, absolutely abhorrent with what has happened. Thoughts rush into his mind as he tries to process what is before him, yet all of them came into one big conclusion.
Harvard...was Dead.
Zazel...failed.
This was it for them, wasn't it? The end of their adventure together? The end of something short-lived?
"HEY! You might wanna move out the way!" A shout would come in this still silence. Zazel would instinctively shift his head to find out exactly where it came from, how it came to be, or what it even did, before seeing what is nothing short but a miracle. Harvard, right on the sides of the walls, laughing as per usual. Zazel would instinctively ran over towards the Card Magician, absolute bewilderment as to how he was still alive, and moreover about his cryptic message. What did he meant by moving out of the way? Was the golem about to attack again? Was the area going to give in? Zazel would try to piece it together while being in absolute relief that his friend was still alive and-
BOOM!
An Explosion, right where the golem was at, where Harvard's "corpse" was, supposedly detonated and left a huge explosion to brutally damage the construct. Such an explosion was large enough to shake and cave in some parts of the cavern, as well as the knockback being enough to fling Zazel across the area, damaged from its heat and sound, but was otherwise alright. Such an explosion knocked back his senses to what was going on, watching the child continuously laugh as two cards would be present. First was the explosive spell he casted originally, but the second was what interested the demon: A spell that showcases a creature being multiplied, before scattering across the area. It took the demon a few seconds to properly understand what has happened, and was impressed by how he did all that without even being spotted:
The boy simply multiplied itself, and used the copy as a detonation tool, tricking the golem in thinking it was Harvard himself.
"I got you pretty good, didn't I?" The child laughed still, calming down before getting himself down from the walls.
"But how?? How did you managed to hide away so quickly like that? There's not even any hiding spots here!"
"You mean to tell me the big spiky things aren't hiding spots?" Harvard gestured to Zazel on the stalagmites that erupted from the earth, which were big enough to cover a human body. With such a size and width, Zazel would give a sound of understanding.
"Ohhhhhhhh...I see! Seriously though, DON'T do that again, or at least tell me if you were gonna do something like that! I THOUGHT YOU ACTUALLY DIED THERE!" He was a bit furious at the trick that the child played, but was able to quickly understand why he did it. In addition, his own words doesn't seem to add up when in conjunction to the hand being raised up from the clone, signifying at least the sign he wanted. As the two boys would try to leave the area though, they would hear the sounds of metal once more. Turning to such a direction, the very whip that was causing them problems came into them at full force, aimed towards Harvard. He prepares a spell in advance, yet the demon came in the middle of the attack, raising his arm up and capturing the chain as it came down.
Harvard could see the intent in his friend's eyes. He knows that Zazel is going to showcase something, much like what he showcased himself. He'll allow him to have his fun as well, as it is only fair.
On the other side, witnessing the state of the construct, he was in an absolute worse for wear. His face and chest were now semi-destroyed, yet still sentient, with a split down the middle across his own head, a fractured jaw that crumbled and destroyed itself on the ground. His body and left arm are still stable, yet his right arm was erupted as nothing more but gravel. His legs were just as bad as his right arm, yet thanks to his attunement of the earth in the form of his magic, he was still alive. "Rock Magic, right? I'd assume that's what's making him do all this stuff..." Zazel would ask, being at least a bit familiar with what he's doing. Something as simple as bending the earth itself, somehow becoming a bigger problem than their previous battle. Harvard silently nod to affirm that the creature was using such an ability.
Determined to get their inner peace, the golem would go wild with their assaults. Cracking the earth itself so as to create a chasm the two fall in, to which Zazel retorted with a Sigil as a platform, keeping the two from falling and most likely getting crushed between its walls. Sending jagged spikes to stab at the duo in different directions? Reacted accordingly with more sigils to block the attack. The last line for the golem's offense by causing the very roof under them to give in, tumbling the stones downwards in order to crush them where they stand?
Taken care of, but it wasn't as simple as spawning a sigil this time. It was something else. Something more than what Harvard expected out from such spells. Something grand.