For the briefest of moments, I find myself taking pause, my eyes wide in shock over the vision before me. The "good" Doctor has been up to his old tricks again. And of course one of his Monstrosities would find a young thing in a place like this. Before I'm even fully aware of my own actions, my trusty Number One is in my hand and I am charging, not fully expecting my wild shots to do much good.
My suspicions are correct in that they only seem to damage the patchwork cover the Creation wears, but it does distract the Creature, should you choose to call it such, towards me and not the girl. Ducking Its lashing spindle of an arm, I quickly grab the girl without pause; even now, I am aware of the smell of Ozone in the air, it's own brand of fiery death. With great haste I build what little distance I may between the Daemonic Golem before falling to the ground, covering the two of us as best I may.
My fears were not unfounded, either. A wave of heat accompanies the crackling discharge, one which clings to my back. The Elixers I had so long ago imbibed into my cloak, I fear, have saved me for the last time. A pity; I had become most fond of it.
There was no time for remorse, however. I was woefully under armed to deal with Doctor Mobius's heinous works, so I had to work fast, and make a great sacrifice to save this child. Reholstering Number One, all six of its shots spent, I removed the charred and charged remains of my cloak, tossing it at the Creation's so-called head. As predicted, the process of discharge made the Daemonic Golem charged one way, and my cloak the other -- the two were attracted to each other, to give myself time to work.