The Bone King would circle about the crashing waters, awaiting his results as his vibrations faded. Satisfaction filled the ave's chest as one of the rocky beasts would wander away from the current, the echoes of stone on stone becoming louder and louder. They were stronger and stronger... What the bird would fail to notice was the fact that perhaps he'd attracted more than one golem. He was, in fact, in golem territory now. Four masses of rock and stone would emerge from the tides, all lured toward Azazel. "Ho' boy." That was all the bird could muster in his shock. There had been many of the enchanted rock masses at the dam, but the ave hadn't imagined that they were collected so very close together. Surely the river had swept some away further than others. No matter.

Azazel had to do what he'd come here to do, and he'd die before he left without completing his mission. But then, flying solo probably wasn't the best of ideas.

The juvenile gulped, circling high above the golems. They were stupid beasts. They'd blindly stumble over one another, Azazel knew. But then again, they could create a golem ladder. There was no way to go back now! They'd just follow him back home if he fled. Carmine eyes glanced down at the advancing stone monsters, who were lumbering toward him lazily. Some were malformed and just seemed like masses of rocks, while others resembled humanoid cryptids. Either way, they meant business and were nothing but trouble. The bird would flap his wings in powerful strokes, seeking higher altitudes in the caves. He'd done this before on another golem... when Krakarak and he had gone on a giant hunt and awakened a golem instead. When he jumped atop one with force, the rock simply slid off and the beast attempted to flee the birds. Maybe that'd work now. He could only try to see if he could knock them into piles of just rocks. Maybe that would kill them, or at least cause them to take a while to repiece themselves together. They couldn't be immortal!

He'd take a moment to reassure himself, 'Yes, they can die.' before he'd even consider his diving pattern. Which golem to go for first? All of the lumbering monsters were in a sort of a conga line toward him. If the bird would seek one in the front of the line, those in the back could grab him... but the slow beast in the back would probably be a suitable target. Hopefully, the rock-faces weren't fast enough to turn quickly before he was gone again.

Closing his eyes, Azazel could almost feel his heart kicking at his ribs; his rickety breaths and sighs, and wings flapping in the air. When he'd open them once more, the bird would have already casted himself downwards, his center of gravity plummeting closer and closer to the floor. 'I am Azazel... I CAN DO THIS.' Throwing his talons forth and readjusting his tail feathers, the bird slowed his fall to a point where he could land momentarily on the supposed head of the rocky beast. Even if he would not touch stone, the bird immediately flapped his wings harder, intending to take flight again and leaving the scene. He'd observe from above, or he'd be grabbed and torn to pieces for his stone.