Day 1 Evening

[Erik Vrell]

Erik turned and ducked as Link's projectile dug into the monster's flesh, waiting for something to happen. Just as Erik thought that something had gone wrong, he turned to see a fireball erupt from he monsters side. A pained bellow rang through the air as the great beast toppled onto its side, its rage loud and clear in its roars. As the beast began to pick itself back up, Erik's eyes locked with the relic on its back and an idea formed.
"I have an idea!" Erik cried to his ally "This could either go great or horribly!" Erik dashed towards to wounded creature, now with two of its four legs stable. Erik took a running jump and landed squarely on the side of the beast, clinging to its fur. The guardian rose up to its full height and bellowed once more. It seemed to scan the arena and Erik thought he could see the surprise in its eyes when it didn't see him. Erik began climbing its fur to its back when the beast's great head swung around. Erik and Cenobia locked eyes for a moment, the beast's eyes filled with surprise and Erik's with fear. The beast bellowed at Erik and turned to one of the nearby pillars.
"Oh no." Erik whispered, knowing what was coming next. The great beast charged at full bore slightly to the side of the pillar, aiming to smash Erik off of its fur. The psychic braced himself for impact as the beast drew nearer, clinging onto the foul smelling fur as hard as he could. Erik closed his eyes, not wanting to see the end. The end, however, did not come. A brilliant ray of light shot from one of Link's metal gloves and struck the beast's mask, knocking it off course and temporarily blinding it.
"You have my gratitude!" Erik cried to his ally, barely believing that he had survived.

As the beast stumbled around blindly, Erik began climbing its fur. By the time the beast had its vision back, Erik was already on top of it. It bucked wildly and roared furiously, trying its best to dislodge Erik. The psychic refused to budge and held on as tight as possible. Link began firing beam after beam at the beast, trying to distract or possibly wound it. Careful not to get thrown off, Erik edged carefully towards the relic. When he reached it, however, it's bondings were too tight to undo. Erik guessed they wouldn't come undone until the beast was dead, which was far from relieving. Then Erik noticed something. Partially covered by the armour, but not fully hidden, was a glowing circle with some sort of sigil inside of it.
"Well this is a giveaway." Erik mumbled before raising his... twig above his head in one hand and gripping onto the beast's fur as tight as he could with the other.
"Here goes nothing!" Erik cried as he plunged the sharper (although still blunt) end of the stick into the circle. His efforts were immediately rewarded with a spray of black liquid directly in his face. Erik retched and almost vomited at the foul taste of the black substance, but his determination was renewed by this development. Cenobia bellowed once more, its anger almost tangible. Erik whooped with joy before raising his stick once more, preparing to stab at his foe again.