Carlos groaned as he pushed himself up from the bark of the tree he'd crashed into. His left arm burned with pain, a thin line of blood trailing down to his elbow. He winced, shaking his head as the world stopped spinning. The fight earlier had left him drained, but that was when he heard the deep, resonating snort of a beast.
His eyes darted forward, widening as another Minotaur emerged from the dense thicket. This one was larger—towering—its hide covered in scars and dried blood. It gripped a massive wooden club in its right hand, dragging it along the forest floor, leaving a line in the dirt as if to mark its next kill.
Carlos didn't flinch.
It was an apex beast like the one before.
Gritting his teeth, he exhaled sharply and dashed forward, lightning crackling across the blades in his hands. With a roar, he plunged both daggers into the creature's throat, lightning exhuming from the blades like a storm given flesh.
