Within a few short minutes, the Gallium Statue found itself at the mouth of a large cave. The Statue fearlessly walked in, ignoring the wave of warmth from the heat within. The charm at it's side began to glow a faint blue, signifying it was working to shield its body. It crouched down and slinked along the shadows, recalling the movements it had inherited from his creator.

  "Your metal flows as liquid, and so should your movement." It came upon a guard, who was yawning and grumbling to himself. He stiffened, then collapsed as the Statue came from behind and snapped his neck with a sickening crunch. "What the hell?" Another voice spoke from behind, prompting the Statue to pivot and thrust a fist, caving in the second guard's face and sending blood and teeth spattering across the ground. Blood hissed, a vapor arising as its warmth contrasted with the chill of Its body.

  It advanced slowly, creeping from shadow to shadow. No man could stand in its way. Time passed, and eventually it came across a face it was surprised to see. It was the merchant, noisily drinking from a mug at a table and boasting to a nearby guard. "That stupid Smith was a fool. He'll sell for a good profit. The kids, I suppose I can sell to that one dude with the peculiar interests..."

  The Statue stepped forward, entering the light and causing both the merchant and guard to start. "What the hell? How did you find us?!" The Merchant barked in surprise. "Take It out! I want him scrapped!" The Guard drew a blade and advanced upon the Gallium Statue, who had picked up a nearby dagger. It dexterously parried one blow, then another, launching a riposte that slammed the blade into the man's helmet, staggering him.

  Roaring in pain, the guard launched a vicious blow, and the Statue was forced to position its arm in front of it, unable to bring his weapon to bear.

  The blade slammed into the Statue's arm, shattering the bracelet and carving a large gash into its arm. Despite It's cold body, Gallium was not very strong against cuts. Without the magic protection afforded by the bracelet, the blazing heat began to affect the Statue's body, giving it a metallic sheen. The blade became mired in the now half solid arm, allowing the Statue to slam the blade straight into the guard's face, who crumpled to the ground immediately afterwards. The Gallium Stature gripped the handle of the sword in its arm and yanked it out, sending droplets of metal outwards. "What in the nine blazes are you!!?" The Merchant shouted, running into a nearby hallway.

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  He slammed a lever, causing a large iron grate to slam down between the Statue and the Merchant. "Haha, you'll never get to me now!" The Merchant jeered, a nasty smile upon his face.

  The Statue felt at peace with Itself. Trapped for too long in a solidified form, It had forgotten its true nature. The Gallium Statue tensed, forcing its melting body to remain together, and then it took a step forward. It's face and body began to collide with the grate...before going through them. Its semi liquid state allowed the Statue to phase through the gate, and It stepped on the other side, advancing towards the Merchant.

  "Stay back....stay back!" The merchant shouted, but there was nowhere for him to run without getting past the Statue. It advanced and grabbed onto him, clutching his face with Its now melting arm. The Merchant panicked and inhaled the liquid metal, which began to clog up his lungs. Unable to breathe, the Merchant thrashed in the Statues arms, liquid metal scattering with every movement he made. The Merchant slowly collapsed, and the Statue stepped back, staring down emotionlessly at him.

  It reached down and barely managed to grasp the ring of keys he had on his belt, then continued its search for Its friend. And soon enough, the Statue had found him.

  "Galla, is that you?" The Smith asked, looking up in surprise. Both he and the kids that had been taken were in a single cell. It didn't take long for the Statue to unlock it, and the Smith moved forward to hug him...only to stop in shock. "...Galla, you're melting..." he muttered. The Statue remained silent, only choosing to place a hand on the Smith's shoulder. "Alright, we gotta hurry..." they began to run, kids in tow, towards the exit. With every step, more and more liquid pooled on the ground, a silvery trail left behind the Statue. It could no longer maintain Its form, as the Statue's body began to shrink and warp. "Just a bit further, Galla!" The Smith said, panick evident in his voice.

  His teachings did not go into how to fix this. "I am glad I have helped you." The Statue's voice echoed in his mind. "But I can go no further. I am happy to have called you my friend." The Smith stopped and turned around, staring at the Statue, who was now lying on the ground. "No, no. We can still make it!" He said, tears forming in his eyes. Liquid metal pooled at his feet, continuously expanding outwards. "Do not mourn. Our kind are meant to be expendable." The Gallium Statue raised its head, looking the Smith in the eye. "From the earth I came, and to the earth I will return..." As It spoke those words, the rest of the Statue's body melted, losing its shape.

  All that remained was a large pool of silvery metal that glistened in the torchlight.