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Rh'rohild looked at the remains, the vile ash spread across the ground. It looked like the thing was dead, but he could not shake the feeling that something was still there.

That something tempted him to step closer, tempted him to give into curiosity. Rh'rohild refused.
The thing leaped up, flames crackling anew, its hulking presence once again dominating the skyline. Its prey had not given in to the ambush, and now it was desperate. It knew time was running out.

Rh'rohild dodged blow after blow, clods of earth smoldering under the constructs massive fists. He knew he could not fight it alone, and so he continued to evade the attacks, hoping that the adventurers he had been spying on would come to his rescue.
He originally intended to kill them if they stumbled across his home, and the treasures within. How ironic.