Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for all your kind reviews! I could have had this up earlier, but…I got lazy. Plus, I was watching Bleach, on Youtube. And Youtube owns a large chunk of my soul. So…

Anyhoo, Chapter 3 is now up! Keep in mind the bad language. So let's get this party started!

Dormin speech

Thinking

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"Ungh…" The Wanderer groaned, slowly opening his eyes, blinking the sleep from them. He took a moment to realize where he was. He was…back at the temple? Wasn't he supposed to be in the stony valley up top the cliff, where he had fought Valus? Slowly, he lifted himself up, looking around.

He looked up at the altar, seeing Mono. Slowly, the Wanderer walked up to her, sheathing his blade. He looked down at her. She seemed peaceful, asleep, despite the fact that she was dead. A rumbling caught the Wanderer's attention. Turning, he saw a bright light emit from the first idol, before it explodes upon itself, quickly reduced to rubble.

So that's what Dormin meant when he said I the idols would fall…he thought to himself. He stared at the rubble a bit, before…

"So, thy hath decided to awaken from thy slumber." Dormin's voice booms through the opening in the ceiling. "We were getting worried, thinking thou were not to awaken…"

"Oh, shut up, you disembodied bastard." The Wanderer snaps, glaring up at the light, despite the fact it stung his eyes. "You nearly had me killed!"

"Do not blame Us for thy stupidity." Dormin scolded. "Thou hath said that thy would do what we askest. That is thou problem."

"Bullshit! You expected me to kill a mountain!"

"A task which thou were able to accomplish. Look at the rubble. That is the remains of an idol. If thou art able to repeat thy actions fifteen more times, then thy deed shalt be done, and thy dead girlfriend shalt be revived." At this, the Wanderer fell silent. There WAS some logic behind what Dormin said…

"Now, thy next foe is…in the seaside cave…it moves slowly…raise thy courage to defeat it…" Dormin said, speaking in a cryptic riddle.

"…Oy" the Wanderer asked.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you speak in riddles? It would be a lot easier for you to just outright tell me where to go and how to kill these things…"

Dormin made a noise, like a sigh. "We cannot divulge such information…" They said.

"Why's that?"

"Enough! We cannot, and that is reason enough. Now, begone!" Dormin ordered. Realizing he couldn't get anymore out of the disembodied god, the Wanderer snorted a bit, then called for Agro. Climbing on, he began to gallop away from the temple.

"Man, I feel sorry for the people who used to worship the guy…" The Wanderer sighed, raising his sword. The lights gathered at what he first thought was the temple, but realized it was behind it, pointing down at a cave at the bottom of a canyon. Kicking into Agro's sides, he rode forward, crossing a narrow land-bridge across the canyon. He soon came to a fork in the path, the left heading into a wide field, the right sloping downward. At this fork, Agro whinnied, rearing back, coming to a halt and, of course, flinging the Wanderer clear off.

"WAAAH!" the Wanderer landed, hard, onto the ground. He got up slowly, then faced Agro. "God damnit, you stupid horse!!" he yelled, pointing at the horse, who only tossed his head, neighing. The Wanderer sighed, climbing back onto the horse. Dormin had said something about a seaside cave, so the Wanderer turned Agro to the right and led him down the slope.

The wind howled eerily in the cove, chilling the Wanderer to the bone. Agro continued on in a slow gallop. They soon approached an area where the sun bathed down onto the sandy beach. The Wanderer looked around, seeing nothing but a stone wall in front of him. No colossus.

"Well, this is just wonderful!" the Wanderer complained loudly. He glared at the temple, pointing menacingly at it. "You bastard! There's nothing here!!" he yelled.

Thump.

The ground trembled slightly, and Agro gave a nervous whinny. "Eh?" The Wanderer looked around a bit. Still no colossus.

Thump.

The trembles grew more forceful. Whatever was making them was coming closer. But still no colossus

Thump. Ka-BOOM!

The wall in front of them crumbled, as something large and stony burst through.

THERE was the colossus.

This time, the colossus took the form of a giant bull. It had two curved horns atop its stone head, one of which had been snapped off. There was a set of stony ridges along its hairy back. This one was, in fact, hairier than Valus, having hair all over its body except for the region around the stony flesh that was its hooves.

"First a Minotaur, now a giant cow?!" the Wanderer exclaimed. Then, he felt that prickle in the back of his mind, and heard Dormin's voice again.

"The place that emits light is its vitals..." They told him.

"Can't you give me better advice for once!?" the Wanderer demanded.

"Quadratus is a fool, like thyself. Thou shalt be able to defeat him simply…"

"Quadratus?"

"Yes. I hope that thou hath not only brought thy sword with thee…" Dormin warned. "Thy shalt need more help than a blade…"

"What do you…" the Wanderer began, then remembered. He had also brought his bow and arrows with him. Sheathing his sword, he drew and strung his bow, the feeling of Dormin's presence gone.

Quadratus let out a kind of grunt, stopping in front of the Wanderer and Agro. He kneeled down a bit, then raised up, ready to stomp on the Wanderer.

"Meep…" he said, then realized; the bottom of the bull's hooves were glowing. Glowing meant weak spot! Instantly, the Wanderer readied his bow, shooting an arrow. The first…missed completely. Cursing, he launched two more, then finally, as the hoof was just about to crash into them, a lucky shot connected with the glowing hoof.

The giant bull let out a cry of pain, the shot leg crashing into the sand. Kicking his sides into Agro, he rode up to the side of Quadratus' hairy leg, then jumped, catching a grip of fur. As Agro galloped off, the Wanderer began to climb, tucking away the bow and pulling out his sword.

Just as the Wanderer climbed up onto a jutting piece of what he assumed was bone sticking out from Quadratus' shoulder, the bull heaved itself up, shaking the shot leg a bit before standing. Realizing something was on it, the beast began to shake.

"GAAAH!!" the Wanderer went flying into the air. His vision went spinning, until he caught sight of fur. He grabbed on, waiting for the beast to stop thrashing, which didn't take too long. He soon realized that, somehow, the beast had shaken him on top of its back. Lucky.

Seeing the shining glyph on the bull's head, he rushed over, proceeding to stab the hell out of the bull's head. Quadratus gave out a cry, shaking its head from side to side.

"Gaaah! You're worse than the first guy!!" the Wanderer yelled, stabbing into the beast's head again. After a few more stabs and thrashes, the glyph gave a final shine, before fading. But the creature still stood.

"Eh? The hell!?" the Wanderer said out loud. Quickly, he raised his sword. The beams of light focused on…

"I HAVE TO STAB ITS ASS?!"

Sighing, the Wanderer raced across the beast's back, jumping over a few ledges, before reaching the shiny glyph on the monster's giant backside. Gripping the fur, the Wanderer stabbed at the glyph as fast as his reflexes, and Quadratus' thrashing, could allow. Finally, after this glyph was done for, the beast gave a final cry before toppling over sideways, sending the Wanderer crashing into the sand.

"Oww…damnit…" he groaned, standing up. As Quadratus' body became engulfed in black, he turned pale as the black tendrils shot out again.

"Ah shit…" he groaned, running for it. But he could not out run the tendrils, as they burrowed themselves into his chest, knocking both the wind and is consciousness out of him.

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Author's Note: I KNOW, it's short. And crappy. But gimme a break, I finished this at midnight!!

Anyhoo, thank you all for your kind reviews, and Chapter 4 will be up soon!