Emily observed silently for a while, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. She learned a long time ago that one was most vulnerable when they were sure of victory. The golem's target was a member of the Avon Platoon. A wind user who used a giant bladed fan as a weapon. 'No doubt a fan of Xasha,' Emily thought.
The youngster faced off against two stone golems while only being a lower earth Sage himself. There was no visible gap between them as the youngster held his own. With every wave of his giant fan, a massive spell would be cast, sending the golems flying or crashing into each other. Yet, he had a concerned look on his face.
While he did not have a problem with these two, two was his limit. Contending with them and fending off their constant attacks took all his focus, strength, and stamina. Within his perception, he had long noticed the golem lurking about.