Startled, Trahearne whirls around to face Devin's new location, the flesh golem following suit. By the Pale Tree, it was like he simply teleported! Actual teleportation, he had some experience in fighting, but speed like that was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was the first sign that he had perhaps gotten in over his head, but that thought wasn't making much headway against his renewed surge of anger.

"Don't speak to me of death, you puffed-up poison ivy!" This time, there's no motion or warning from Trahearne, not that he needed to signal to his minions in the first place. The flesh golem simply lowers its head and rushes towards Devin, its large, bony horn aimed like a lance.