Orcus descended into the ruin and felt the temperature drop. There was wind blowing from somewhere inside. The ruin seemed to be built into a system of caverns - dank, dreary. Orcus stretched out his senses again, mapping the layout of the ruin. Going down a twisting corridor, he stopped - he felt something - something coming closer.
Orcus felt the golem's immense size and power. If he could still see, perhaps he would have been intimidated by the sight of it lumbering toward him, menacing glare carved into its stone features. As it was, Orcus only measured the closing distance, felt the 'pressure' exerted by the rock beast, and waited.
The golem clumsily slammed an arm into the ground as Orcus tumbled out of the way, drawing his scimitar. He ran up the arm and jumped onto the golem's head, then jumped down, slashing its back. He didn't leave a scratch.
*This thing is tough, whatever it is.* he thought.
The golem spun and slammed a backfist into Orcus's side, knocking him into a wall of the tunnel. He gasped in pain. His ribs were broken.
Fighting through the fog, he tried to connect his mind to the girl's. He could not read minds persay, but he could give and receive emotional impressions. What he gave was a warning.