Erik's eyes flashed. Shooting it wouldn't help the limp form in the beasts claws, it might just hurt the beast. A quick thought entered his mind. Can I fly? Without further considering that option, he quickly slung his bow onto his back, holding the arrow still. He jumped into the air, wind rushing under him and pushing him upward, into the sky. Internally panicking, he forced his body to remain calm, trying to remain are aerodynamic as possible. He used the wind to push him along, strong gusts of wind keeping him in the air and directing his path towards the beast. He was barely breathing, and he refused to look down. He directed himself directly behind the beast, hopefully in its blind spot. He dropped slightly lower, using wind to push himself forward towards the body. Brandishing the arrow, and using steady gusts to keep himself there, he attempted to stab the beast in one of the wrists just before the claws, hoping to make it let go, while grabbing the person, not bothering to see who it actually was. He needed to get this done quickly, he could feel his energy depleting with ever second.