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Immediately after realizing what it did, it stomps on the ground a few times in anger, prompting you to shove yourself off of its wrist and onto its chest. Its arms grab hold of its own waist and it suddenly dips its chest down as it raises a knee up rapidly, trying to smash you against its own chest in the act, but you're long gone by the time it makes contact - its own knee is driven with such force into its chest that it embeds itself halfway through it, spreading a spiderweb of cracks throughout the bulk of the Golem...before the chest loses cohesiveness entirely and starts to crumble.
You land on the ground nearby with an acrobatic flourish, and rub your thumb across your nose with a grin. "That was easier than the last one, if I'm being honest!" You boast, satisfied with how easily you dismantled the so-called invincible golem. "Hey, can we take a break before the last fight? I'm getting kind of hungry from these workouts." You ask, turning to the fuming Baba who appears to be in disbelief over her creation being destroyed.
"I...I suppose I can allow it. It may very well be the last meal you ever have, after all." She begrudgingly states, floating off towards the main building once more with you and your friends in tow. Deciding to keep things fairly light but still delicious, you opt to prepare some sushi for everyone's lunch, even making some for the previous fighters you crossed. Medusa doesn't really join you, but Fangs and Bandages surprisingly do.
"Eheheh, raw meat is always a treat. Not as good as blood, but its still bursting with flavour!" The still-charred Fangs comments over the lunch, proving to you that apparently vampires CAN eat things other than blood.
"This would pair well with some of the drinks from my time. Wine would be a classier choice, but beer seems like it'd suit the palette better." Bandages muses, and you try to consider it yourself.
"You know, I've never actually had alcohol before. I got drunk once, but that was just from fumes. Is it really that good?" You ask, curious as to the realm of spirits and booze.
"It's an acquired taste, but yeah, I think so. It's a great way to unwind, if you don't take it too far." Bandages confirms with a resolute nod, before pointing his chopsticks at you. "I even heard that drinking can make you a better fighter by making you unpredictable, you know. Some guy made a style revolving around it, the drunken monkey or something." He follows up, causing your eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.
"Woah, really? I should look into that some day, when I got drunk it just made it way harder to do anything! Maybe they have a way to train out a weakness like that..." You ponder, considering the idea of mastering a drunken state over the rest of lunch. When you all finally finish up, Baba takes you back out to the central arena, which hadn't suffered much damage other than a bit of ash accumulated on it.
