Feldspar wandered through the dungeon passageways as she used to do since being thrown away like a pile of useless scrap. But she lived. There was some odd, off-kilter, pep in her step. Maybe it was the already deteriorating construction of the statue she'd taken as host. Maybe it was the emotions ricochetting withing her core. In either case, she continued her wandering, singing, her voice chirping like a music box. She sought stronger materials. Better weaponry. Lost technologies within the dungeon. In a way, she was not all that different from the adventurers she had been built to destroy. She chuckled. And then the ground cracked below. A pitfall. Yes, there would be one around here, true. As she screamed down a single thought crossed her rocky mind; "how did I forget"<br/><br/>Below where the others were gathered they would have Feldspar literally dropped in on them. The golem created small crater as she had to harden and compress the once shapelier angel statue into a more compact body. Her powers were used in softening the stone at her landing into sand. Her gamble pays off and she rises, whole but dusty and looks at the people gathered. She raises and points her stone blade at the hero on instinct once she lays eyes on him "Ah! Hero!" She said, startled. Then she really took score of the situation. "Er.. what is.. going on?" said the young construct, confused. The other monster girls were here, the hero was here, this should be a battle.