It had been just another day for the golem; gathering rocks, moving rocks, finding gems. A predictable existence but a fulfilling one for a mindless construct such as itself. At this time it had found itself near the outskirts of the dam, scouting out to try to find more interesting rocks than usual. The search had come up mostly empty so far until it had moved much farther away than it might have initially intended to move and it came upon a very special gem, bursting to the seams with magic!
The golem, as was its nature, immediately began to dig the gem up, holding it in its rocky limb. This would be a wonderful specimen to bring back!
Out of nowhere a creature of flesh and stone appeared, grasping apparently for the gem it had dug up. The golem could sense the magic emanating form this being, at least three times greater than the amount in what had been quite a find before. The creature rushed by again but this time succeeded in snatching its treasure before rushing away.
Barely a second went by before the golem reacted, realizing that the flesh creature now had four stones while it had none. Its wandering had been productive, it just needed to grab the four stones and it could return to the others, superb in its functionality. Stone limbs snapped into action, propelling the creature forward as it curled its body and rolled along the ground at high speed, propelling itself toward the magic creature in an attempt to knock it down.
The golem slowed to a stop when its tackle hit the mark. The source of magic had stopped and was on the ground. Finally it could get back to collecting the gems!
Before it could move in too close however the flesh creature got up again and began sprinting away, much faster than it had last time. There was no question; it would have to give chase. The magic emanating form that source was much greater than anything remotely nearby.
At this speed and with the upcoming winding trail the creature was taking between uneven points in the ground rolling wasn't an option either. All it could do was chase the creature down on foot. If it hesitated its quarry would escape and it couldn't have that, and so it ran.
The chase continued, second after second and minute after minute. The golem was stone, untiring and unshakable. Its target was flesh, weak and squishy. Surely it would slow down eventually.
So the golem might have hoped if it had a will with which to do so. In place of that void hope, however, there was a fierce mechanical determination to complete its objective. Obtain those gems.
The other creature entered a winding area, making it difficult to keep up, but with as loudly as the magic within it cried out it had no chance of shaking it. It did, however manage to slow the golem down. That might have been the end of the chase but the odd creature stopped at one point to grab at another source of magic, bringing its total count of magic gems up to five.
That would surely be its undoing as the golem swerved the corner and with a mighty fist punched toward the creature's side, hoping to knock the wind- or at least a few gems- out of it.