"I'm sure," Cliff affirmed, still grinning. "Who sees a problem gets it, right?"

By now he was half circling around the golem in what looked like a wrestler's crouch. His familiar--the marble ball--was still under its feet, continuing its attempts to trip the golem up. Rounder's success was limited, however.

"I figure I'll try and take out its legs," he mused. "You go for the top? I'm not sure how far we'll get, but hopefully we can tangle it up somehow. Though if you've got an idea, I'm all for it."