"Once again you underestimate me." with a gesture, the space over Arokleth's head twisted itself into an impossible shape, causing the golem's fist to crash into the ground near Arokleth instead of on her. "And you really shouldn't reveal the extent of your creation's regenerative ability." Arokleth said as she began to chant in an unknown language. The second ring of runes began glowing, and with a wave of her hand Arokleth conjured a wave of green flames that washed over the golem, igniting it. "The flames of Tulzscha consume their victims completely. Body, mind, and soul, leaving nothing behind. Your golem will have no remains to reform from this time." Arokleth began to laugh. "You thought your magic would save you, but against someone with far more experience like myself, you'll have to be a lot more creative than this if you hope to survive."