A grin of triumph spread across Eldarin's face as the statue crumbled beneath the force of his blow. However he paid for his laxness, caught totally unawares by the final parting blow of the statue. The shield smashed directly into his chest, slamming him to the ground even as it fell to pieces. Eldarin let out a rough cough of pain and pushed off the shield rolling onto his side. As soon as he regained his breath he checked his vials, thankfully none of them had cracked. He winced again, lazy. Eldarin looked at his potions worriedly, he wasn't sure which was more effective, the red tonic he'd gotten before coming to this place or the blood he'd drained. Feeling that perhaps the golden fluid at least had more momentary value Eldarin shrugged and took a quaff of the red stuff before carefully tucking it back away. Eldarin grabbed his torch from the floor and let out a weary sigh, this temple was proving far more trouble than he'd expected. He just hoped there weren't any of those BIG statues that would come to life. Still, there was nothing for it but to continue on.