Within the space of a second, Jake was there. His body wrapped tight around the golem's fist, winding up his arm. With a clenching squeeze, Jake's torso sunk into the arm along the carve line of his torso.

"Ngh--I got him, buddy!" Despite straining from effort, there's a practiced ease to Jake's voice. "This guy's not so tough!"

Racing down the beach at a much slower (but no less dogged) pace was Jermaine, making a b-line for Finn. Halfway there and he was already cramping, subconscious screaming for him for daring to leave his easel.

"I'm--" Wheeze. "I'm here too--"

With another clench from Jake, the arm crumbles completely. Waterlogged sand plops into the sea and onto the beach with surprising heft, a particularly large piece rocketing towards the ill-fated spot Jermaine decided to catch his breath.