Death Sword (link's POV)
Entering another dark room I heard a gate descend over the entrance, leaving me trapped. Glancing around I saw only a pure black clever illumined within a small circle of light. Slowly approaching I had sword and shield held ready. The cleaver was tied to the ground by ropes all bearing odd slips of paper. Too late I noticed the edge of the Master Sword had sliced one of the fragile ropes. The cleaver shifted and red arcane symbols began to glow along the length of the blade. The remaining ropes were consumed by fire as obsidian smoke bubbled from beneath the cleaver. An unseen hand lifted the blade twirling it about before slashing it into the ground. Jumping back I looked for any sign of the wielder, but I could see nothing.
"Link" Midna called coming up from my shadow a small black object floating above her hand. "It's like a Poe, you know what that means."
I nodded and felt the object pressed into my forehead. My body shifted from human to wolf. I was like being splashed with water, all my senses became stronger and more importantly the enemy was now visible. Like the Poe's I'd faced earlier in the Arbiter's Grounds he was swathed a simple rope, but his head was shaped like a goats the face elongated and a pair of horns extended foreword. Growling I advanced slowly toward him. Walking around him in a circle just within his blades range, I was almost begging him to strike. He did with a lurch the blade came down casting sparks and denting the floor. Jumping I fastened my teeth around his throat and slashing with my forepaws. A sudden pulse from his body blasted me off but I landed on all fours. I turned my head slightly to check on Midna; but she had only shifted back a bit from her normal perch.
"Link I can see him now time to finish him!" She commanded taping my forehead drawing the small stone out causing my body shift to human again. I looked up to see that the creature had retreated floating out of reach. My bow was in my hand in an instant. The arrow buried in skeletons empty eye socket. It cried out dropping to the ground and circling me quickly trying to strike. He was too slow and I struck first. It froze body bent foreword and I struck again. Blow after blow until it reared back and began to crumble along with its sword.
