Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190201012138

The minotaur screamed again and shook itself out. Graicus' felt his glip slip, his fingers one by one leaving the grip of his sword, before it was torn from his hand entirely. The minotaur jerked it's head back, tossing Graicus from it's horns, and the Imperial fell into the snow a few feet away.

The minotaur panted, breath steaming out of it's open jaw. Blood seeped from the wound at it's shoulder where Graicus' sword was deeply embedded, staining it's white fur red. It wiped at the blood with a hand, smearing it across it's chest.

It's left eye had swollen up, and it turned it's head to stare at him out of it's right. There was no deyning the hate in that stare.

It roared again, but softer now, weakened, and began to stomp towards Graicus. It was injured, but so was he, and he had no weapon immediately on hand.