Three qunari should be enough, and Beleth has seen what they can do. For a moment, she looks longingly at the direction the others have retreated. Every survival instinct in her, the panic welling up is telling her to run, to keep running until everything is behind her. They don't want to trap this thing, they want to kill it, and Beleth isn't really sure if it's even possible.

But she stays, anyway.

Instead of the golem, she works on the shades. She fires volley after volley of arrows at all the little creepy ass fuckers, trying to clear a path to the golem for the two fighters. A few explosive arrows are used, far enough away from the others to keep them from getting caught in the crossfire.