The monstrous beast grabbed the belt of greater will around his waist. Mark stiffened, a little shocked by the move, then he suddenly threw forward a punch to the Minotaur's face, sending it back down.
Its clutch was off the belt and Mark was slightly at ease. Mark had thought it to be nothing but a raging machine out for blood, for it to grab his belt meant that it was capable of strategy no matter how little, or was grabbing it a coincidence?
He looked down at the hovering mass, it didn't seem like it would go down anytime soon. Mark wasn't sure of how much strength he possessed from the belt, but he knew that his punches ought to pack quite the power to send it flying, yet he hadn't seen it bleed or show signs of exhaustion. It was like an indestructible machine, one that would wear him off and claim the battle.
Mark's chest heaved, his breaths quickened. He took a stance, holding up fists as the Minotaur came for another exchange of blows.
