[ mamoru's one of those unfortunate few who manages to get a little too close to one of the golems. but anyone who happens to bear witness to the golem's icy approach, may notice that the brainy doctor in training seems oddly unafraid of it. and why should he be? he's fought more menacing looking things, been in far worse situations than a sudden blizzard. he's got this--
except he doesn't.
he can't transform. he tries several times, throwing his hand up and shouting something incomprehensible, but he can't become tuxedo kamen or the princely version of himself. and upon digging the golden crystal out of his pocket, he discovers that the legendary gem is as lifeless as chibiusa's crystal had been when he first got here. it's a dull, transparent amber instead of the golden radiance it ought to be.
that's not good. that's really not good.
which is why he turns to run away instead of charge, flight before fight in a situation where he's ultimately powerless. once he gets to the safety of the ice-covered trees, he slumps back against the frozen trunk and puffs out a sigh of relief, sliding down it to rest while he catches his breath. ]