Aaaaand Emlyn was now functionally useless. Great. "Yeah, we should probably not die. In order to do so, we ignore this giant plant-monster...because apparently we're not worth it. Fine by me, I wasn't in the mood for getting my ass kicked anyway." Smirking as he started to put his sword away, a voice from above made him groan and hang his head just a little. 

[b]"The treant has the relics!""[/b] Of course it did. Of [i]fucking course[/i] it did. This was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Once again readying himself, Auriel looked up at the source of the yelling, getting a glimpse of a girl with glowing tattoos all over her body. As if this day hadn't been crazy enough, with half of a freaking mountainside standing up and revealing itself to be possibly one of the most deadly Grimm in existence. Bullshit. Just. Fucking. Bullshit. He could only be glad that it wasn't a particularly large Datura. The thing was probably only a few years old. He'd heard of ones bigger than the mountain he was standing on with Emlyn. If he ever had to fight one of those, he'd probably just turn his sword on and eviscerate himself. It'd just be quicker to die that way. 

"Yeah, that's...uhhh...what the hell?" His seriousness broke for a minute as he tried to comprehend the recent events. It wasn't possible to do so, really. It couldn't be. But, as fast as it had gone, it was back. He had no clue what this girl was capable of, but he and Emlyn had a relic to grab. This girl could find her own. "Alright, Emlyn, Datura. Big...tree monster. To kill it, you kinda just gotta cut it apart, or like any other thing, destroy its head. I don't really know HOW the hell you cut....THAT THING apart, but there's gotta be some way. The head thing doesn't look to be in great shape either.We don't have time to waste. You gotta go to town on that thing with your Mirror. I'll try and get on its back and do some damage. Keep its focus off of me." He knew doing as much was close to suicide, but he still had plenty of Aura energy in reserve. As long as he was careful with it, he could probably take a few hits from this thing before he got crushed like a bug. He wasn't sure about Emlyn, though, so he hoped the chakram wielder would keep his distance.

Looking up at the glowing girl, he called to her. "HEY! LET'S BE CAREFUL ABOUT THIS, THESE THINGS ARE THE STUFF OF LEGEND! IT MIGHT JUST BE A BUNCH OF TREES AND BUSHES, BUT COMPARED TO IT, WE'RE NOTHING BUT A FEW FLIES! I'M NOT SURE WHAT SORTA WEAPON YOU GOT, BUT IF YOU CAN GET IT FROM A DISTANCE, DO SO! I'M GONNA JUMP ON ITS BACK!" As he finished his directions, he took off sprinting after the Datura, ready to fight. When he got close, he jumped, Blinking his way up to the monster, and stabbed his sword into its 'flesh', giving himself a sort of hold on it to pull himself up. Kicking his armored foot into the Grimm, he slowly climbed up onto its arched back, activating his sword and beginning to drill into the monster, screaming in a mixture of emotions he could hardly describe.