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Munk jumped aside, dodging the ram with a lot more agility than you’d expect from a creature made of stone.

The spear lay on the ground, still burning.

I remembered that the ram wasn’t interested in fighting the golem… it had to be me.

It always has to be me.

I jumped off Munk’s head and ran for the spear, lifting it up as the ram turned around.

“All right, buddy,” I said… “Μολὼν λαβέ… come and get it.”