“Aim high!” I barked, spotting Damas running in.
He snapped his jaws at the golem’s legs as it stood straight, having made it to the top. The soldiers backed away, unhooking from the ropes—they dared not remain anchored in place with that thing stomping toward them.
Clacks sounded as Damas’s teeth struck the rocky pillar of the golem’s left leg. If his powerful fangs did any damage, I couldn’t see it. The golem slammed a fist down at him.
He sprang to the side, escaping the blow by scant inches. The golem pounded a crater in the ice where he’d been.
Even with his sure feet, Damas slipped on the treacherous ice and almost ended up falling. Snarling, he whirled around to face his assailant again.
“Stay back for now, Damas!” I hurled another grenade.
Even though he was magical, Damas wa
