[Mikhail's POV]
Mortis banged his spear on the ground which resonated and produced a loud noise, enough to make anyone bleed ears.
Fortunately, we held our hands pressed onto our ears and freed ourselves of the pain, but that technique wasn't completely successful either. We did a blaring sound, but it wasn't as intense as the other guys of the Blood Knights felt.
But even after that mighty of an effort couldn't clear us a path, as we were met with the beast, The Minotaur.
It was standing 10 feet tall and with two horns on his head. It looked like a concoction of a bull and a human. With his skin all hairy, which appeared to have burnt.
'It may have ran through the fire itself.'
With a sword in my hand I looked towards Nikola, who seemed quite unwell. I turned my attention towards the beast. It was just one problem after another.
"Oh! Lord of Death.....help us."
Avon prayed with his palms joined and eyes closed. I couldn't understand the phrase 'Lord of Death' though that didn't matter much as what he said after--'help us' is what we actually need.
"It is him," I pointed towards the Minotaur, "The Lord of Death."
Avon shushed me over my statement and proceeded to pray. Maria stood still with her jaws open. Her face was frozen due to fear. I looked at Mortis and he seemed pretty afraid himself. I mean, of course they should be. Beating a Minotaur is a guild job and no individual had been to successful killing it.
"Mortis, mate. I thought you were helping us?"
"I- I- I was trying to..."
He stuttered as he spoke.
The winds carried the blazing fire to every other tree and eventually the whole forest seemed like it was burning and was up to roast the sky black.
The winds and the fire were still bearable, but a strike of a Minotaur is said to be so strong that it could kill a dozen humans in one shot. Many had already fallen victim to this vicious beast and we were about to be become the next unfortunates.
'RAWR!!'
Came the beast running towards us with its right paw up in the air. Closing the gap between us, it ran two steps and then leaped in the air. Mortis made himself some space between us and held his spear horizontally up in the air. With this arms clenched and his feet wedged, he stopped the Minotaur's paw before it could smash us. I sighed a relief, but in an instance got worried as I saw Mortis' feet trembling.
It was clear that he cannot hold it longer and so we had to find a way out or else we all will be crushed, but the beast had some different plans.
It wrapped its palm around the spear and raised its arm. Mortis tightened his grip and tried pulling back, but that didn't help as he was now dangling by the spear in midair.
Minotaur raised its left arm and swung it horizontally, pushing Mortis away from the spear. He travelled in the air and banged his back on a nearby tree.
The beast irrationally threw away his spear and gawked at us.
"Mortis—"
Maria screamed as she tried to get to him, but caught her hand and didn't let go. Because if I had done that, then maybe she would fallen down too.
I shook my head in denial as she looked at me, but then the beast still wasn't calm and lifted its arm to bash us again, but this time Avon was the one who saved us.
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RE:VIVAL
FantasyA world where everyone dies at the age of 25... A world where Gods exist among humans.... A world where Magic is habitual..... Mortis, a common Adventurer is found to be guilty of belonging to an evil race named-- Darkel. He is led to believe that...