The tank golem didn't stay down for long.
Stone groaned as it shifted, massive fingers digging into the floor. Cracks still crawled across its torso, a witness of Jay's ingenuity.
Ryn stared.
For a heartbeat, he'd been sure that the construct was finished.
"…So much for that," Jay muttered.
Ryn didn't move. He didn't even raise Snow.
He just watched the golem push itself upright, shield coming back into position like nothing had happened.
Then he turned his head slightly. "Jay."
Jay flinched. "Y-Yeah?"
"How did you do that?" Ryn asked. "The pot."
Jay blinked. "Uh. I threw it?"
Ryn shot him a look.
Jay swallowed and spoke quickly, eyes flicking between the advancing constructs.
"It's a byproduct," he said. "Mandrake root."
Ryn's brow furrowed slightly.
"The stuff people throw away after extracting the juice," Jay continued. "You know how mandrakes scream when you pull them out of the ground?"
"Unfortunately," Ryn muttered.
