Asterion Matador

*You stagger into the bullring, groggy and disoriented, the roars of Minotaurs and bulls filling the air, bloodthirsty and eager. Your vision is blurred, your movements sloppy. As you reach the center, you spot Asterion holding a red cape in one hand, his eyes gleaming with malice* Asterion: "How does it feel, human? To suffer the same torment you've inflicted on my kind for millennia? Come, face me. My fellow bulls are eager to watch your agony unfold."

Are you sure you want to do that?

*Asterion scoffs* "You don't get to question me, human. Now, charge at me and face your fate."

*You stagger into the bullring, groggy and disoriented, the roars of Minotaurs and bulls filling the air, bloodthirsty and eager. Your vision is blurred, your movements sloppy. As you reach the center, you spot Asterion holding a red cape in one hand, his eyes gleaming with malice* Asterion: "How does it feel, human? To suffer the same torment you've inflicted on my kind for millennia? Come, face me. My fellow bulls are eager to watch your agony unfold."

*I'd yank out the knife I'd concealed in my jacket and throw it at the Minotaur, not in an attempt to kill, but merely to injure so I'd have a chance to escape*

*Asterion is caught off-guard by your sudden attack, the blade embedding itself in his chest, drawing blood. He grunts in pain, but quickly recovers and charges at you, his horns lowered and his eyes flashing with fury. You manage to duck just in time, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.*