Frankie gasped as Sayuri cleaved through his body, and were he made of weaker stuff, he would have fallen in half.  Forunately, his muscles reacted to the slice, grasping together to hold him in one peice as the ichor that powered him flowed away from and around the wounds.  He was terribly low on ichor, and in a situation like this, there was only one thing to do.<br/><br/>"It's not like<strong>I</strong>was the one who went and blew your freind's head apart!"  Frankie yelled, as several rows of sharp pointy fangs extended from his mouth.  The golem's maw resembeled a feild of broken glass bottles, craggy asymetric fangs so massive that Frankie couldn't even close his mouth with them extended.  He pushed himself around Sayuri and grabbed her sword arm, pulling viciously to bring it into his fangs.