"So you want to go next?" Cook asked Rota, she fiddled with her bottle, her eyes not leaving her. "I set the golem's power to that of a human but it's apparent that you are now more powerful than the average human in strength. Let's change that!"
The remaining two golems shuddered as Cook adjusted her spell, making them stronger. Then the golem with the short sword stepped forward, weapon held easily in its hand.
"Fight," Greylord ordered sharply.
Rota's feet tore into the ground as she darted forward, closing the distance between her and the golem in a flash but this golem was different than the others because it lifted its left hand and flung its wrist at her.
She dodged, more out of surprise than of anything as she watched the detached wrist fly off in surprise but the golem made use of the situation and thrust its sword into her.
