Cliff didn't really flip off of the golem, so much as fall off. So much for looking cool. Then again, he didn't exactly consider himself cool in the first place so...no great loss?

"Now! Do it now, Rounder!" he yelled, after spitting out a couple of blades of grass. Mmmm.

At least he hadn't had the wind knocked out of him. He pushed up from prone, even as his familiar tore under the golem. It made an admirable effort at trying to stomp him, even as the sphere threw the flask of oil at its foot, where it shattered, smearing it all over the sole.

And Rounder didn't have to worry about glass shards harming him in the end, either. Win/win, in Cliff's mind.