"Surely a mechanical thing like that will suffer blows from your arrows?" he exclaims incredulously. Surely not everything on this island is impervious to steel and arrowhead. Right...?

Emet-Selch watches as the thing struggles with his tentacle spell. The icicles on its frame quiver and he's struck with a reminder of what he read in the Knights' brief for this quest. He grasps Li Min's shoulder tightly and tries to pull the other man down.

"'Ware the ice!"

The robot fires its icicles in all directions.