Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190201024006

Graicus' sword bit deeply, sinking through muscle into bone.

The minotaur roared in agony and yanked it hand back, which hung limply at the wrist.

It stood to it's full hide, raising both arms high above Graicus, about to crush him.

The ground shook, once. There was a bizarre sucking sound, like all the air being pulled out of the room, and then sound of something very heavy hitting something equally heavy.

Then the minotaur vanished and Graicus was falling in a rush of snow and dirt. He hit several things on his way down before landing hard on a stone floor.

His hand was empty, his sword lost in the fall. Light shown down through hole from whence he'd come. Snow lay beneath him, having padded his fall.

He was in a cave, one of the many in the Jerall Mountains. The fury of his and the minotaur's battle, combined with the weight of the snow, must've caused a cave in.