Dawn of the Hunters
Meeting with a clash my clawed hands grasp his horns, holding him back as he pushes against me.
The Minotaur twists from my grip, one of his large hands coming down and socking me in the jaw. I thought it would hurt more, but I shook the punch off and threw one back just as hard, hitting square in the nose. He stumbles and I move in for an uppercut, connecting in just the right place to lift him off his feet.