Death's Assist

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The loud metallic crash reverberated throughout the hall as the locker crumpled under the weight and force of a body hitting it.

Heavy breathing could be heard in the almost painful silence.

A hulking shadow that engulfed the sprawled body on the ground seemed to be the cause, as its shoulders rose with every breath.

The person on the ground twitched then slowly started to rise. On their hands and knees, the person tried to catch their breath. The person looked up to reveal their features.

It was a girl, seemingly in her late teens. She had brown eyes, that were framed by long dark lashes. Her lovely face was smooth and slightly pale, giving her a godly look. Her lips were full and a dark pink. Her black hair was caught in a high ponytail and fell over her shoulder as she glared at her assailant.

She was wearing a pleated dark-coloured skirt, which showed her long alabaster legs that were starting to bruise. She also wore a white top over which she wore a brown leather jacket that had many zippers and a buckle on the upper part of the sleeve.

She huffed as she rose to her feet, on which she wore a pair of black high tops. "You know...that really hurt." She stated as she face her attacker. "God. Principal Davis is gonna have a fit when he sees this locker like this." She groaned as she took in the state of the locker in question.

It had a human sized indentation that was fairly deep. The two lockers beside it also seemed to have been damaged by the force she and hit them with. As if to emphasise her problems, the door of the locker fell off its hinges and clattered on the ground.

"Shit." She looked back at her attacker and thought for a moment. "Can't we just talk about this?" She began, pleading with her assailant. "I mean... You have nice horns and I'm sure you just wanna relax in a field somewhere? Right?" She asked with one of her brows raised.

The person in question bellowed, shaking the windows up the hall. The girl cringed as the sound assaulted her ears.

The figure wasn't a person at all. It had a hulking figure that towered over her. Its muscles would have made many boys reconsidered their own physique and put them to shame. Its body was covered by a coat of dark brown fur and its eyes where dark with rage. It had thick legs and arms, the legs ended with cloven black hooves. Its head was that or a bull and it had terrible-looking horns atop it.

The creature breathed deeply, its barrel chest widening with each breath.

Right. Never ask something that terrifying a question like that. The girl thought as she reprimanded herself.

The minotaur lowered its torso and spread its hands slightly as it stamped its hooves against the tiled floor, cracking it several times.

Oooooohh... The girl's thoughts petered off as she realised what it was gonna do. She leapt as it charged at her with its horns leading the way. When she was going over its head, a thought hit her. OH! Not the lockers again for God's sake! She grabbed its horns as she went over and effectively stopped the minotaur's charge.

As she landed, she quickly moved as the minotaur lost its balance and fell with a thud on its back.

She spun to see the minotaur already on its knees. She backed up a bit.

The minotaur rose and started to kick its foot back, exhaling heavily through its nostrils. It charged her.

The girl met it head-on.

She ducked as it swung its horns at her. She quickly fired several punches.

The minotaur took them like they were nothing, its body barely even moving in response to the hits. It swung at her, but she reacted slowly so it actually hit.