The ice was shrugged off like a brittle hoarfrost. 

[i]"See what I mean?"[/i] muttered Gray, to nobody in particular. "[i]Imagine getting caught in that nasty stomping." [/i]

The masked elf quickly relocated to the right, carefully positioning himself near the pillar in case he needed a solid cover.

A quick observation of the Golem's attack patterns when it dealt with Carnathia's mirror images and its deliberate attempt not to hit the pillar suggest that this particular unit's combat inhibitor was sophistically calibrated, and admittedly, quite perceptive at that. Why would someone did that? Well, the most obvious answer was that Theriadore would want to protect his collections even beyond the grave, and it was here to protect the valuables, not a secret. And it was capable of recognizing the valuables. 

It was too early to conclude, but if proven true, the peculiarities could be exploited. He just needed to do some testing first. 

"Smart piece of hardware that was..." Now standing next to Fia, Gray drew his longbow and notched an arrow, sparing a moment to glance at Fia and noticed the gleam of icy aura around her hand. "Hello Madam, I am afraid the ice won't cut it. Elements are bad for the books, and our stern librarian here might think you are too cool for this place!" 

The joke was awful, but what the hell! Now refocusing his aim on the Golem's bright headlight, the masked elf released his ordinary arrow.