Oz took careful consideration of what was happening, his adrenaline was pumping and it was like everything had slowed down. There were a lot of ranged attackers and he didn't like it. They were aiming at what they viewed as the biggest threat. That same threat was his ticket to surviving this mess. Hope he doesn't take this this wrong way, Oz thought to himself. He hooked the hammer around Jenso's waist, pulled him closer with it and then proceeded to swing him away from the golems to a safer distance.
They needed cover from the ranged attacks or they'd get screwed and fighting these things regardless was dangerous if they didn't have a better idea of how to counter them. Speed would be the best option but right now they needed to fly because this was only a small group out of the many they'd seen earlier. Oz whipped that same hammer around and in a pulse of energy the hammerhead formed into a speartip. He jumped back and threw it into the mess of cogs and gearwork overhead. "Jenso, keep moving! I don't think this will end well."