It was the first bout within the enigmatic realm that stood against him; the minotaur clad in sable fur, layered with scars and crimson eyes that sought only violence and destruction. The lair of the great, fiendish beast was a different world in comparison to the grand stage he was used to battling atop; surrounding by countless bones, stacked like golden treasures a avaricious noble would stow away, grime lined the old walls formed of stone, painted with dried blood.
"Come, beast. Defend your keep."
Planting his feet down against the cold stone, he readied himself, beneath his soles he crushed the bones that littered the quarters of the menacing minotaur. Watching with unwavering eyes as steam propelled from the flared nostrils of the salivating beast, each hefty breath it took expanding its scarred pectorals, Ju-Long felt his blood burning with a reignited passion.
