Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190201020253

Graicus assumed correctly. A minotaur, like a bull, could only look straight ahead while it charged.

Blood splattered Graicus. His silver-sword shook violently as it ripped through the minotaur, but remained in his hand.

The minotaur staggered, catching itself before it hit the ground. A deep, bloody gouge was visible in it's back. It turned around to face Gracius again. It sneezed once, copiously, shooting bloody bits of flem out of it's nose.

It stood up straight, taking a new approach and began to run at Graicus like a man would, long, thick arms swinging.