The angle for the shot wasn't that great, but one of the arrow managed to lodge itself into the molten gap on the golem's armor anyway. It burst aflame, not looking like it had achieved anything with the immediate vicinity of the damaged region already damaged quite severely.

Tillius' javelin that found its way to the other side of the gaping hole met much of the same result, the projectile burning from the sheer temperature of the wound. If the golem registered any damage it showed no sign of doing anything about it, having higher priority matters it had to attend to.

A moment of prescience willed Carnatia to duck really low, an instinctual reaction from her combat experience as the mirror images charged forward. A titanic counterblow whipped mere inch over her form, passing through the illusory fighters and the pillar they used as cover, shrapnel of stone and gravel loudly bouncing off Rezello's armored form. Without missing a beat the noble duelist sprung forth, a singular precision strike landing dead center at the golem's cyclopean eye.

A crisp crack echoed, like the sound of breaking glass stretched over several long seconds. Stream of frost engulfed the golem as it staggered back, liquefied stone splashing and summarily igniting the bookshelves behind it. Whether it was from the pure physical force or the spellbreaking strike, the crimson glow of the singular eye had turned into a dozen fractured fragments.

Yet the ominous light was not extinguished.

Instead it spread, a spiderweb of crimson lines that pulsated upward from one spot at the center of the torso and another slightly lower. The wave of energy travelled up, past the wound that looked like it should be the location of a third core, a good chunk of the mana dispersing chaotically out of the molten rend in the form of blood-red crackle of lightning. Yet despite the blatant inefficiency a portion of the mana did found its final destination, the lines spread across the head taking an intense glow as if it housed a miniature sun within.

There, leaning against a burning bookshelf with its limbs frozen shut, the golem craned its head as if to survey the intruders. A dozen flash of dim red spread, fractured version of the scanning cone from earlier that barely functioned now, yet still enough for its final purpose.

[color=ed1c24][b]"T.TER.M.NA.E INN.ERS."[/b][/color]

Not too far away, Engelbert was already up on his feet and sprinting to rejoin the battle. Whether he'd make it in time was suspect at best, but it's the thought that counts. Probably.