Just a little motherfucking crispy. He'd had just enough time to put his forearms in front of his face and brace himself as that golem lashed out at him with metallic blue tongues of ball-curdling electricity. By the time everything came into focus again he saw one furious moving guard and some small flashes from said golem.
Then he felt it, the cool washings of some gentle healing. Oh yeah, now he was back into things. His hand still gripped Stormwind and he pulled himself to his feet. He really had to be out of fucking practice if something like that knocked him out of his senses.
As soon as Siana moved out of his direct line, the golem turned towards her, he knew he had this fucking thing. Wil took his spear in his heands, took mental note of three different joints and struck. One quick jab and twist where its bottom leg joint met the other, the other at the glowing light mounted on the front of its...face. The last he stuck his spear in the spokes of a whirring cog just next to one of its arm-like appendages and pressed the trigger of his rifle.
There was a loud bang and a bright flash. When Wils' eyes adjusted, he just caught one metal arm lashing out at him. It smacked him square across the chest and he stumbled back, but it was clear that he didn't have too much left to fear from the thing. It tried to move towards him, but the leg he struck no longer worked, and that single arm kept making the same motion that hit him repeatedly.
"Altair, why don't you finish off the fucking thing already." He really didn't feel like taking any more damage today.