ROOOOOOOOAARRR!
A powerful thunderous roar boomed out from the maw of the hideous creature, the shockwave slamming into Nolan, whose hair crazily ruffled around his head from the power contained in the roar.
Standing over 12 feet tall, the Minotaur towered over him, its hulking frame casting an imposing shadow across the arena floor.
Its muscular body was covered in thick, coarse fur, mottled in deep browns and blacks.
Its bare chest and arms rippled with raw, unyielding strength, veins bulging beneath its skin, giving the impression that it could crush boulders with its bare hands.
The Minotaur's horns were its most fearsome feature—sharp, jet-black, and spiraling outward from its skull like twin spears.
Each horn was stained with battle scars and dried blood, a testament to the countless foes it had impaled.
Its head resembled that of a monstrous bull, with deep, burning red eyes glowing with savage, insatiable rage.
HUUUMPH.
