Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190201030934

The minotaur was not seven feet away. It's hot breathe hit it's face. It reached for him with one massive hand... and stopped short.

A stalagmite impaled it through the side, sticking out through it's back, and suspending it an inch or two above the floor. It groaned, a deep mournful sound, and shifted on the spike. It felt it's wound, assessing the damage, and then pressed down on the ground below it. Gradually, it began to push itself free, moaning and bellowing as it did so.