"Sounds like reinforcements to me."

A haughty knight was quick to squawk, as he looked to the others for affirmation, none of which gave it, as they prepared for something that was coming.

But what they didn’t expect?

A massive clay golem smashing through the wall of Delora’s office, grabbing the main knight in one of its immense paws, and slamming him into the ground. Over, and over, and over again, until what was left in its grip was a bloody splatter.

This shocked the other knights into action, but they were too late, as the colossal form of the golem, engulfed every knight's body, shoveling clay into their throats, and asphyxiating them instantly, dropping them to the ground, dead.

The golem then walked up to Delora and inquired on her condition. “Hello miss. How are you?”

“Uhh… I’m fine. How can you speak? And who are you?” The confused Delora asked.

The golem answered inquisitively, “I’m your golem. I have no name. I know not why I speak. Should you, as my creator, not have the knowledge you seek?”

This shocked her even further, “How intelligent are you?”

“I… I don’t know.” He responded simply, before speaking in a still flat tone, “I shall shield you from the coming wave.” As he said this, his smaller form expanded around her body, as the larger golem body smashed through countless knights, as both golem forms began making their way through the Academy.

While making his way around the academy, the golem had passed each and every storage room he could find, stealing away every ounce of clay he could find. And as such, he gained thousands of pounds in mass, as he smashed through every obstacle he passed, as well as every knight.

Over the course of smashing through the Academy, he’d split into three different multi-ton golems, utterly effective at defending against each and every attack from the knights, all the while Delora was watching her creation reap destruction the likes of which it shouldn’t be capable of.

After a few hours of combat passed, the group of golems made their way out of the front doors, as Delora followed behind, entirely shielded by the clay around her.

And as they made their way outside, they were met with a large group of knights, led by another Archmage, and as this Archmage reared his hands back, he shouted a spell, as a beam of frost beamed towards the clay shell protecting Delora.

The golem wouldn’t let that happen, though, as the three golem bodies converged in front of the shell, as Delora screamed a concerned cry.

But as the spell struck the clay mass protecting her form, it shimmered a frosty blue, before lashing out a tendril of clay, engulfing four different knights, and freezing their forms with the somehow infused magical energy, leaving them immobile statues of ice.

This shocked both Archmages present, as the aggressive one tried to launch another spell, but was intercepted by a tendril of clay around his head, which solidified into a concrete substance, as it began cinching around the skull of the unprepared Archmage, crushing it into a bloody pulp before any spell could be cast, and the body was discarded.

This shocked Delora, as the Archmage in question rivalled her own power. So… How did she make this golem?

“Come on miss, I’ve dealt with the opposition.”

Well, who cares how she made it. It seemed intent on protecting her, which was a pretty good outcome, especially for an experimental outlier such as this.

“Well, I can at least give you a name…” As Delora said this, she started thinking. “I guess I’ll call you…”

But before she could finish her words, a wet thwack was heard. And a portion of the clay barrier that was dedicated to protecting Delora was pierced, as somehow, someone had struck her with an arrow.

As the golem walked over to the sphere, passing through the apparently useless protection, looking at his fallen creator, as he fell to his knees, she spoke to him, “Your… your name is…” She stopped for a moment, a spatter of blood came forth from her lips, as she continued, “I’ll call you… My Terran Aegis.” As she was smiling at him, she spoke once more, “You are… Terran…” And, just like that, she spoke her last words.

The rage from before? Nothing compared to this…

Terran leaned forward, grabbing the dead form of his creator, hugged her tightly, before burying her there, in the Academy grounds she’d been so proud of.

But now… Well over a hundred tendrils of clay were winding through the entirety of the surroundings, and after a moment of searching, Terran found the archer.

With shocking speed, seven tendrils grabbed at the archer’s form, nearly tearing him apart, applying torrential forces to each and every joint holding his limbs together.

And, with a complete lack of pity, or restraint, the archer was torn limb from limb, an immense splash of blood accompanying it.

Terran then made his way to the administration office of the Academy, he had his tendrils alone, which were all but silent, creeping up on every higher staff member of the Academy, and with no care, crushing their skulls, leaving bloody splatters in every room, as he left the clay encasing their forms, finally leaving the grounds of the Academy.