Okay. Things did not go as planned.

In the original version, I helped blast the golem with a death ray from my chest. Now, I was burning like hell. (Pun intended.)

"Argh! I'm on bloody fire!" Of course, Elena here was kind enough to extinguish me, letting me flop down to the floor safely. When I returned to a dragon form beside the dead and... fading golem? Whatever, I had lost my arm. I regrew it, but I felt slightly... smaller. A few centimetres, in fact. "Well. That worked." I said, noticing a few char marks and partially melted stone on the golem, before he disappeared completely. "Alright. Let's just... er... um... continue forwards." I was pretty hesitant. I just recovered from being on death's list, so I wasn't like myself for a bit. "Oh, right. [s]Spruce[/s] Robert's teeth don't seem too well." I said, picking up a tooth and... huh. I had just dried the thing and sucked the pulp out. With my fingers. Feeling disgusted, I just flicked the thing onto the ground. "Nevermind." I quickly said, backing away a step or two. That wasn't too good, but hopefully we'd be able to find a potion.

You know. In my roleplay, we had potions and stuff. If it could fix sword wounds, it could fix someone's jaw.