"Wait a minute..." says Alex, one of the brainier champions in the absense of sufficient muscle, "this isn't a trial of fighting, it's a trial of intimidation! This thing won't harm us, I bet it's just a harmless softie!"
The golem hesitates and tries to shake his club menacing, but it is no use and the jig is up. "Hah, softie softie!" taunts Alex waving his finger, much to the cryign of the golem.
"Um,, wait," said the rest of the party as they suddenly realised a giant golem produced alot of tears, but it was too late and the place started flooding.
"Quick, run for it!" said Alex, but the Golem was in full sobbing now, and dropped its club desolately squishing two people, and then fell in a feotal position wailing and bawling and kicking its feet out like a huge baby. A huge, destructive, weighty crushing baby.
Perhaps the party should have tried to beef up a little bit instead of taunt poor golems. Perhaps you should restart at section 1.