Assallya eyes had scarcely opportunity to widen as the metal hand moved like a viper and surrounded her neck.  She instinctively screamed but the robot's fingers cut off any sort of attempt as he lifted her.  Her bare feet cycled, windmilling beneath her and her many anklets made a clatter as she was hefted two full feet into the air.  Grasping at the robot's wrist with both of her slender hands she couldn't so much as budge him.  Worse, unable to speak, she was unable to cast spells!

By Myrkul's shrivelled black balls, she screamed inside her head, I was trying to help you you thrice cursed golem!

By all the gods, she couldn't breathe.  Assallya gasped, lungs hacking as if trying to unlodge something from her throat.  Her tongue protruded, stretching out in desperate search of air and finding now.  She kicked at him, the golem, with her bare feet.  She planted her soles on his thigh and shoving with all her strength but the metal skeleton of a man was unyielding.  Her eyesight was blurring.  She hurt everywhere...