[h1][color=Crimson]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1]

[color=Crimson]"Well isn't that just fuckin' peachy."[/color] Argus thought with the ghost of a smile, cracking his knuckles as he felt the negative energy the creature was putting off reinvigorate him. Seeing his other guild members rush into action, Argus could only feel his grin widen as the familiar feeling of adrenaline started to once again pulse through his veins. [color=Crimson][i]Okay, so this guy's big, likely doesn't feel pain, and is resistant to magic. . . guess it's time to pull out some tricks. But first, I need to get up in the fucker's face.[/i][/color]

A plan soon forming, Argus wasted no time bolting forward towards the undead abomination, summoning forth his Three-section staff, crimson energy connecting the three bars of Dragon bone as he slammed one end into the ground ahead of him. As he began to soar through the air, the top section of the staff would detach, carrying him up much higher than he could've gotten by his physical strength alone. Once he reached the apex of his ascent, he would use the rod like a spring board, launching himself off of it and onto the beast. 

Re-quipping two more daggers, he slammed them deeply into the putrid rotting flesh, managing to slow his descent to the ground to a halt, positioning around the lower section of the monster's torso. Needless to say, the monster's aura was much more concentrated this close to it, not to mention the stench was enough to make Argus want to vomit. However, he grit his teeth and worked his way through it, focusing his magic into the soles of his feet, before letting it loose in a focused burst, sending his body rocketing upward, while also slicing through some of the creatures flesh with one of his daggers, the other having been pulled out in order to prep for the next moment. After the boost had failed, he would jam it right back in, holding himself in place, and taking a moment to gather his strength again. He could've gone higher if he'd pushed more energy in, but he didn't want to be caught off-guard in case this bastard was quicker than he thought. Still, while he was catching his stopped, he summoned a Silver Lacrima into his hand, holding his breath as he shoved his hand into one of the wounds he'd made with his daggers, placing it somewhat deep in the beasts skin, quickly taking his hand out once he felt it was in a good place. Once he had taken a moment to get over the utter revulsion he was feeling, he'd gather his energy again, getting ready to make another jump up from his current position(around the middle of the creature's torso), doing his best not to notice how he was getting coated in disgusting viscera and gore from his attempts to cut through the creature's hide. 

[@Lugubrious]