Jaklo charged in with guns blazing, yes, literally blazing fire that melted or exploded part of the golem. Regardless, the monster had no trouble vanquishing the flames and quenching the heat in mere seconds. Snow and ice filled in the parts that were missing, and the thing then focused on the creature that had attacked it. 

At this point, Drake had changed form, charging in with flames radiating off his new scaly body. He opened up a fireball on the golem's face. For whatever damage that did, he was at least able to distract it from Jaklo. 

Baron and Cassandra would suddenly realize that Mithias had vanished. Well, he would have vanished, but his trail in the snow showed that he had merely moved off without their notice. Damn vampires were sneaky. His tracks vanished in the surrounding white-out. Hopefully, he was up to something useful.

Mithias was watching the fight from a closer vantage point, one that would be unexpected and advantageous. He had made his way on top of a tree/building/rock/<insert environmental object here>. So far, his compatriots had attacked with fire and force, which you would think would be logical against a golem of ice, yet he saw the creature heal. He studied the creature, taking his time, as immortals do, and he took greatest interest in the mass of blackness at the creature's chest. He narrowed his eyes at it, peering fiercely through the annoying snow. While the golem and Godzilla fought, Mithias looked for an opening to jump to it, the black mass. If it was a gem, he might be able to grab it and yank it free, if it was a magical aura, perhaps he could discern its nature. For the moment, he watched and delayed. Time would reveal more information.