Its feathered whip hit Drexel solidly. The paladin spoke no more, for he had turned into stone, making a nice, if confused-looking statue. They were actually managing to keep it at bay, for as it struck at one fighter, the others would press their own attacks. Still, this was a difficult tactic, given the foe's poisoned crystal sword and stoning whip. Not even the dwarf's hammer seems to faze the damned thing.
Nothing is immune to everything.
We need to immobilize it. I can do that. I'll think of something. Coincidentally, and fortunately for the adventurers, the flame- breath had driven the three warriors back. Sure enough, the golem was climbing out of the mud-pit, slowly but surely.