Bull's closest when the spray hits. He jerks to the side, feels it splash against his shoulder where the leather doesn't quite cover, spraying against his back. And it stings. It stinks. It's agonizing.

And all he does is channel that quivering agony back around again, imparting it right back where it had come from.

A particularly vicious yank pulls the axe free, and just in time to wheel him out of the way as Taas goes flying for the beast's face. Without pausing for an instant, Bull takes a swipe at the back of the golem's knees. The impact vibrates up his arm, but he'll hit it again if it means cutting one of those legs out from under it.