Claire didn't want to believe it. She refused to believe that the worst possibility was manifesting right in front of her eyes, but the proof was obvious.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down, reminding herself that they could still overload the minotaur's brain with pain if they lock in for 12 more seconds– well, 10 now.
Time was ticking by and they didn't have any left to waste, as she bent her knees and lunged at the monster.
He was still huffing the dark breaths, eyes closed shut and muscles drenched in his own blood.
Claire was looking for the moment to take advantage of it, her eyes flickering over the battlefield to check the conditions of her teammates when she saw Katie rushing at the minotaur from the opposite side.
Her throwing hatchets were stashed back, a sleek and slim sword now gracing her hands.
She had the same idea as Claire, to kill the beast before he could go completely berserk.
