Feeling weak, compensating for emotions, Spicy lumbers from building to building ravaging each burn building with it's gargantuan hands, with every blow the fire dies down as Spicy seemingly takes his final stance inside of an abandoned factory - half torn apart by dynamite and riddled with bullet holes. With laboured breath, the golems eyes fade to black, with half of its grin now cracking and loose.

The firey golem, opaque and defused, attempts opens its encrusted shell - the molten rock collapses and cracks underneath him, leaving ashen skin beneath. A few droplets of weeping magma leave the now humanoid shell as Spicy takes a look at its new limbs, thinner in structure but vast improvements to mobility while retaining its strength. Inside of the now darkened factory - Spicy uses his newly formed legs to walk at a normal pace - conversing with the world around with it's new outlook on life,

"Between a rock and a hard place," The now earthan humanoid exclaims, "I think i get it now."