In one swift motion, the wizard's shining appendage shot from behind him, enlarged itself, taking hold of the beast's head pushing it back. The swords took advantage of the monster's shift, causing it to lose it's position, and swiftly sliced the monster's mitts into fleshy stumps protruding from its wrists. Meanwhile, the wizard was relieved of the weight of the monster. 

Melvus took a step back quickly positioned his staff touching the meaty torso of the beast. From in-between the monster's large shoulder blades shot a spear of pure light which broke into many smaller spear, they hit the wall at the other end of the cavern and disappeared. The monster fell to the cold ground of the cave, dead. The job entailed returning with one of it's fangs, he unsheathed his sword and began slicing.

About thirty minutes after the monster's demise, Melvus emerged from the cave with a hand over his eyes staving off the brightness of day. He'd gone in a few hours earlier. His horse was still in place, he didn't know its name - he'd borrowed it from the village. His was still there, they had offered a horse for use during the job. He mounted after untying the beast and began the descent down the mountain to the village. 

It didn't take very long to get back to the village. It was a mountain village after all, though it wasn't as high as the cavern was. He entered and was greeted by stares from the villagers. He hadn't realized, he wasn't soaked but he did have a notable amount of blood on his cloak. He hadn't realized that the swords must've sprayed a good amount of the drying, red, fluid about. [i]No matter, they know what I've done... Too bad though, there wasn't anything there - this was all for naught..."[/I]

He presented the fang to the religious leader in the village who compensated him. As he was exiting the church, he didn't like churches too much - he saw them as places people went to before they passed away in some attempt to gain favor with their god so they may go to the afterlife. Anyway, as he was leaving the church, he took note of a poster near the door. The posting spoke of an orphanage which had been stricken by cinder sickness. [I]I'm going to use this as a break from monster slaying... Unable to cure it? Hmm... That's about six leagues from here...[/I] 

Melvus washed his cloak in a stream outside of town then proceeded to make his way to Anges' Apothecary.