Choking, first from Finn's grip and then from the sand, Jermaine can barely get his mouth around his words between coughs.

"You--" Hack. "You think I don't--" Cough cough. "--know that!?"

He ends on a frustrated shout, fueled half by his inability to speak and the unintended (but stinging) condescension. Golems were demon magic, and of particular interest to Joshua once upon a time. Jermaine could still hear his lectures -- both in person and prerecorded -- on various strategies to capture, contain, and dispatch.

"Uh, I think maybe I lied a second ago!" Jake shouts, sounding distant. "This guy might be a little touuu--blech!"

At the sound of Jake's voice, Jermaine looked up and felt that same tensing sensation from before.

Mere moments ago the shoreline was practically lapping at their feet. Now, it was yards away, water filling an unseen void centralized at the monster's feet. High above, the arm Jake destroyed was slowly reconstituting itself. The sand didn't discriminate from the open air and Jake's body, encasing him in the wet slop as he struggled to stretch his way out of the dense material.

"Little help--!" Jake gasps, barely audible above the creature's roar, before his head dipped down below the wet sand.