The minotaur charged, its massive, muscular form wielding the axe of obsidian-like material. The sight was intimidating, yet Magnus and Kelvin held their ground, confidence etched on their faces.
The minotaur's chest, where Kelvin's flaming fist had struck earlier, bore a deep, cave-like wound. Charred flesh surrounded the gaping hole, revealing cracked ribs beneath, and smoke still curled from the injury. This seemed to have enraged the beast further, as it thundered towards them, the ground trembling with each heavy stride.
Meanwhile, the minotaur Vorax faced was in even worse shape. Its body was riddled with wounds, blood dripping freely, a testament to the devastating power of Vorax's spiked tail. The minotaur had been flung into the oncoming horde of beasts by Vorax's attack and had suffered further injuries as the creatures trampled over its prone form.
