"What are these?" Roric asked as three human-sized silver golems appeared. Each one of them had a name written on their forehead.
If Golemzilla was my big gun, Mike, Ike, and Harold were more like swords. All three looked the same, but each one of them was different on the inside.
"These are golems, and I would like for you and your men to fight them," I explained as my desk was brought out slowly with my calibrating and recording equipment. "Once the match is over, I will fix, and recalibrate them while the next match is going," I explained, and Roric nodded.
This was something that I should have done from the start, but I hadn't really thought about it. I had looked at this mission as only a rescue attempt from day one, but now Shigora had thrown me a rope that I had to swim for. What grabbing that rope meant for me, I still was not sure, but it had to be better than letting this entire kingdom be turned into undead.
