Zeke grunts as the chains slam into him, knocking air from his lungs, but he stays on his feet. He locks his eyes on the golem and claps his hands as he sways back and forth. "I guess you're a fighter!" As he crouches down and his fist begins to glow with power, he winks. "Good thing I'm one, too!" With that, he strikes, a powerful uppercut that knocks the golem back with its force.
The golem whirrs one last time, before a loud hiss.
Everyone make a reflex save. The DC is high. Very, very high.
And spell resistance doesn't apply, in case anyone is wondering.
Akatsu and Zeke get of the way, but Mon takes the brunt of the explosion.
In a loud crackle, the golem bursts, launching alchemical fluids and fire everywhere.
Damage to Mon :
Fire: 22
Cold: 15
Bludgeoning: 26
and Untyped : 13
76 damage. You can apply DR, resistances, and immunities now.
Still covered in fluids, Akatsu runs towards the body of the brave Vanara that jumped and tried to help him. He kneels down and shakes her, but not much luck. He looks around at the other guys who first entered the arena with him and were unconscious - and can barely identify them around in the war zone that it became. The Ifrit finally pulls his hood down and approaches Zeke, touching him on the shoulder.
Thanks for your help. I am so sorry for your loss... - he's missing the words to express his feelings, still shocked with all the death surrounding them.
A few scrawny men teleport into the arena.
"That was unplanned. It wasn't supposed to explode. This must be Agarel's doing."
They walk over to Mon and start chanting in some forgotten language. With every syllable, Mon's body regrows, inch by inch. After a few minutes, the pieces finish merging together, finally forming a whole.
"We may not be able to give you the actual reward, the gold that was supposed to be locked in the golem's chest, but we can give you your friend back. Please, attend the reward festival. We have a reward for you, and an announcement you may like to hear."
With that, the men disappear.
Zeke stumbles back from the explosion, rolling across the ground, and when he comes up he gives a grin. It fades when he sees Mon's broken form, though, and dashes over, suddenly quite easy on his feet. He crouches beside her and prepares to try his mightiest to save her, when the other men arrive. He watches on as they restore her to life, and a moment later Zeke wraps his arms around her shoulders. "You're far too fine a fighter to die so soon," he says.
The crowd looks shocked at the scene before them. The other four men and the scrawny wizard are all dead. The people filter out of stadium, and several clerics filter into the room.
"Does anybody need help?"
Zeke laughs at Mon's concern for her clothing. "Wear them with pride, friend! Not everyone can claim they survived, well, dying. It's quite a story to tell." He turns to the clerics and waves them over. "I think we're all a little beat up, here. Could use some help with staying on our feet?"
As they approach, though, he looks toward the spot where the strange men appeared. "Wonder what that was all about. And what's an Agarel?"
One of the the cleric mutters a few words to heal you all.
"Agarel is a gnome who has been messing with the town's golems. Your group is some of his victims now."
Akatsu approaches Zeke and Mon, happy to see the Vanara is back on his feet. The Ifrit speaks with Mon as he stands up.
Then, he turns around to the cleric.
Would you happen to know how we can... Find... Him? - he asks, looking around at his own wounds - ... And get some kind of care for our wounds?
After all of you are healed, you are released from the Sun Arena, free to roam the town, or go to the reward ceremony.
Zeke steps out as well, and shrugs his shoulders. Exploding into sudden action has always been his style, but there is something to be said about stretching beforehand...
"I guess we'll meet at the rewards ceremony, then? After a drink, of course. Unless you care to face me in the eating contest!" Zeke grins widely and folds his arms over his chest. "I should warn you, though, that I've been known to pack away quite a meal."