Ari/Mag/Drake/Kiernan/MINOTAUR?!
"No can do," he called out to Mag. There was no way he was going to get a second chance to lift it. Even if the strain of the first Suplex hadn't taken a toll on him, the oil-slicked floor wouldn't allow him to get any purchase whatsoever. That was his one big trick for this fight, and hopefully it would pay off, even if the entrance hadn't caved completely in.
Speaking of oil, a fresh spill of it slithered down his back and he dodged out of the way of the Minotaur's hammer, using the slick surface to slide across the room. Just as he turned, the hammer hit him in the chest and he staggered back a moment before regaining his balance and charging in, and aiming a few quick jabs at the Minotaur's joints, per Mag's suggestion. There was nothing he could do about the hooded creature, although now that it was starting to cast on Ari, Drake was starting to wonder if he shouldn't be trying to take that thing down.
No time to change tactics now, though. He took a step back, careful to keep out of the Minotaur's reach - and the swing area of its hammer - and called an Aura Bolt. It hit the creature square in the chest, dealing more damage than he'd been causing earlier. Holy, he realized; Aura Bolt was the equivalent of a Holy elemental spell. Drake grinned, took a deep breath, and fired off another one.
If he could keep this up, then that'd be great. While Aura Bolt had been long mastered, it wasn't something he could do indefinitely. He was already physically drained, and his Chi abilities fed off of his spirit, which weakened with each successful pull. Well, he thought, aiming another one, better make sure it goes down before I do.