A flare of pain blossomed in Lily's chest from where the golem hit her. The feeling of something breaking underneath her fingers registered as she tore its arm from its body and threw it aside, knowing it would either reform into the golem or become another weapon. The scent of gore from the thousands of squashed bugs around her mixed with the smell of her own blood dripping from various small cuts across her body. Most injuries had been stopped short by the chromatic scales covering everything but her face. 

She felt, more than saw, the approaching spear racing towards her in her peripheral. She struck out with her tail instinctively, the lance exploding in a thousand little bits from the impact. The golem struck her once again, but she was ready and turned with the strike, minimising damage while enabling her to flank it. She struck hard toppling it over. It started to stand up, only to be forced down again by a hammer of ludicrous size. 

Piercing attacks didn't work, cuts did little but sever its limbs and create more enemies, and normal blunt weapons only managed to scatter the swarm of bugs. So there was only one solution left: Squash them. Lifting a hammer—its head larger than herself—once more, Lily brought the, frankly, ridiculous weapon down on the golem once again, relishing in the sound of carapaces cracking and insectile bodies squashing. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't elegant, nor was it any kind of example of disciplined warfare of fighting style. It was simple, pure, frustration made manifest in the form of a gigantic blunt weapon crushing a bug-golem until all that was left was bug-juice. 

Her frustrations finally vented—against this thing, at least—Lily used the momentary lull of the battle to glance towards Fenn. He had engaged the... whatever it was that was before him. A creature larger even than himself, and far uglier, too. At least he hadn't managed to fuck up everything by striking the Eye itself. She dared not think what a creature so close to godhood as it would be capable of doing to them. Oh, she might pride herself on her own power, but she had was never so vain as to believe herself above everything else. She had limitations, and although she very rarely approached them, they were there. 

[i]If only I still had my Flames.[/i] But a full day had not yet passed since she had unleashed her every flame, and so she could not yet use it. She turned, facing the one golem that Fenn had left behind. Smaller than her own, as a result of his fiery strikes, it lumbered towards her. She was growing tired of this game; of enemies that kept walking after injuries that would leave others dying. So for the transgression of not dying as it should, this one would be torn asunder by her own claws. She roared and charged, slamming into it with all the force of several hundred kilos of pure muscle and murderous intent. 

They might be hardy.

They might keep reassembling themselves. 

But they would [i]Die.[/i]