The room shook as one after another, four rocky appendages crashed into the floor and Handy faced a quadrupedal golem of dark grey stone. Its short, roundish body strewn with the strange green rocks as well as the joints of its legs. It had no face to speak of, but its body turned to regard the human. His eyes widened in alarm as the magical torch he held went out, its flames leached into the green stones of the golem’s body which glowed warmly at the absorbed aetheric energy. He dropped the now useless brand and hefted his hammer into both hands, he left his shield on the surface, not that it’d be any use to him now. 