Robby Löw stand in the dark shadow of a small room connected to his office. Something lingers in the near distance, but it can not be made out by the human eye. Robby looks on it solemnly however. "I'm sorry...I will remove the Staff of Lon. I know they are on to me. They came yesterday, and I know they'll be back. You were a faithful servant." He stated. He was about to enter when a knock is heard in the distance. "Hold on!" He called out as he left the dark room into his office. As the door closed he did not seem to notice a sudden red glare from the dark shadow. "Come in." He said as he went to his desk.

"We have come back...to uh, talk about what we were discussing yesterday." Jet announced as he and Virginia came into the room and took two seats.

"Ah, yes, your wedding. When should I schedule it?

"I would like it best if we could hold it next week." Virginia nervously replied. "Would that be good for you?"

"No, it will not." Was the reply. Though, it was strange to note that Robby's voice was suddenly deeper and more thunderous than it had previously. That, and Robby's lips did not move. In fact, he paled over. The two Drifters just tensed up. It was in that moment that the closet door burst open and the Golem lumbered out from it.

"Y-you? How can you be moving?" Robby asked with trembling lips as he stood and began backing away.

Jet and Virginia followed suit. "You're his master. What are you playing?" Jet questioned.

"I...never gave him an order yet. I was going to kill him." Robby said in fright.

"I tire of you." The Golem replied as he came into the room more. Tossing the desk aside and out the now shattering stained glass windows. "I no longer need a lowly master who is inferior to me." Golem announced as he walked forward with echoing footsteps. "I will not be a servant to one such as you." With unforeseen speed Golem's large hand is flung forward and has snatched Robby's body. His head to be exact. Jet covered Virginia's eyes to edit out the following events that left a bloody pile on the floor.

"What now?" Virginia silently questioned.

"You have come for me, correct?" Golem questioned turning his attention to the frightened Virginia and the stoic Jet who did not even bat an eye as of yet. Not even when Robby was killed in such a gruesome way.

"That's true." Jet replied as he pushed Virginia aside and stepped forward to the beast. "Leave her out of this though. She stands no chance against you and she doesn't deserve this death." Virginia went tense. She was ready to argue him on all of those offensive words, but then, she noticed that they were not demeaning words.

"I don't care about her. I had plans only to kill you from the start." Golem replied as he prepared to move into a battle stance.

"Virginia, go get the others." Jet said to the side as Virginia could only numbly nod and run off. Jet stepped up to the challenge at hand with an obvious grin on his face. "Y'know, I had plans to kill you from the start to...so...I think we each have a reason now."

Golem moves forward with a swing of his fist, but Jet—being faster—is able to just dodge it and bounce off the wall to enable him to pull a flying kick into Golem's side. Jet just falls to the ground grabbing his boot. It was like kicking a brick wall, and it hurt just the same. Before he can rejuvenate Golem lunged for the man, but Jet was able to run up the extended arm and jump over the beast.

"Transcendent the Blade!" Despite Emilia's attempt the beast merely is left with a scratch and now has his attention on her. She meanwhile stood aghast. She was sure that would have worked. "This thing has to have some stupid weakness!"

Golem throws a fist at Emilia who is saved by Gallows by pulling her back out into the hallway. "I remember you as well." Golem notes as he spots the Baskar.

"He's not gonna be hurt by anything we got!" Jet announced as he got back into it.

Virginia and Clive storm in and Virginia announces their arrivals with multiple shots from her ARM. "You cannot hope to defeat me." The Golem announced. It turns quickly flinging Jet aside and into the walls that had gathered some of the gray and red of Robby. Gallows used his Freezer Doll and found that the beast was not going to be beaten by that either. "Such weak things have no effect to one such as me." He announced throwing Gallows down the hall and nearly out into the actual area of prayer.

Clive by now was in disbelief. "This thing...is real?" He mutters.

Emilia joins him. "What should I do?"

"What? You're asking me?"

"I trust in your decision." She said with confidence. Virginia nodded.

"I see." He paused in quick thought as Golem was preparing himself as he turned his attention to them. "Get some buckets of water or something. I think Gallows had the water mediums."

"I saw a hose outside." Emilia noted.

Clive nodded. "I'll go get it. Hold him off." He turned on his heel and darted out of the hall.

Emilia runs forward and dodges Golem's onslaught of attacks. Each one seemed to have more force and speed, but thanks to Virginia, Emilia was having no trouble. "Stop dodging!" It bellowed. "It is a waste of time and energy!"

"Exactly."

Clive comes back and automatically sprays the beast with a forceful blast of water. "What are you doing?" Golem snapped to Clive.

"Go!" Clive announced.

"Attack?" Emilia asked in confusion. She goes to move, but is flung into the wall. Virginia gets the same treatment in no time at all. Clive drops the hose as it wildly lets loose water onto the room and its occupants. Grabbing Emilia's blade from the floor Clive in a last ditch effort takes a swipe at the beast revealing a staff on the inside of the now muddy clay that was unable to defend the attack.

Golem stepped back in shock. "What? How?" It questioned as it backed away.

"You were made of clay, idiot." Clive said smugly. With one lunge he is able to rip the staff from the beast's body and watch it fall to a pile of muddy clay on the ground. "That was easy."

It was silent for a moment. He looked to his team as they glared at him as they stood up. "Easy?"

"Uh...Well, I," He scratched at the back of his head. They were getting awfully close to him. Too close for comfort.