Lucian scowled at Golem who was standing there, a couple of meters away from them, "So you're working with the demons, I assume." He said with an annoyed tone, "I'm starting to get sick and tired of you assholes."
Michael stepped forth, "Alright, Lucian." He said seriously, "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves."
"What the hell are you saying?" Lucian said, "I'm tired of being pushed around, I'm going to start bashing some fucking heads in right about now."
"No, I agree." Michael said, "Let's take a calm approach."
Golem raised his arm and brown clay began to seep from his skin, "Calm won't help you against me." He said, "If you can't handle a lone sorcerer like myself, then you won't be able to stand a chance against the Calamities, much less the Demons. Euryale was a fluke. You're out of your league."
"Okay." Michael said as he pointed his hand at him, "I'll be the judge of that."
