The Minotaur you’re facing is bigger. He looks like he’s eight foot tall, and at least that broad across the shoulders. The Minotaur handles the oversized great axe he’s wielding as if it were a child’s toy.
As the two of you are introduced, he snorts derisively at you. You just grin.
“You’re big,” you tell him, “But I’ve fought bigger.”
When the battle begins, it becomes obvious that it was never going to be a contest. You let the Minotaur tire himself out swinging that big axe while slipping in and out of his reach, making small cuts on his body as you do so. This initially enraged him, which in turn saps his strength and energy that much faster. As the Minotaur becomes tired, you make your slashes deeper.
Finally the Minotaur is on his hands and knees, unable to move, much less defend himself.
You look up at the Emperor for his decision. He gives you a thumbs
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