The Minotaur roared, its axe cleaving through the air, but Edric was already moving. His body twisted, muscles swelling—fur bristling one second, then shifting into the hulking, armored form of his torus state the next. He slammed into the beast, sending it crashing into the labyrinth's stone wall.
Before it could recover, he shifted again. Claws extended. Fangs bared. The Minotaur swung wildly, but Edric was faster. He tore into its side, ripping out the flesh with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed, coating the ground. The Minotaur howled in agony, staggering back, but Edric didn't stop.
With a snarl, he shifted mid-air, his torus form crushing the Minotaur's arm before shifting back to his wolf form, his jaws clamping down on its throat. The beast gurgled, its struggles weakening. Edric twisted. A snap. Silence.
The Minotaur's lifeless body collapsed, its blood pooling beneath it. Edric stepped back, panting, his eyes still burning with the thrill of the kill.
