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He knew the dangers of staying at The Cove.
He knew there would be obstacles that might end his life... yes, he decided to stay.
For fame and glory? No, but he wouldn't blame you if you thought so.
How much time has passed? Weeks? Months? Everyday at this place blurs together so much that the rise and fall of the sun everyday is a rare sight. Monsters coming from all angles, the screams of hopeless civilians begging for mercy and fighters defending then until their last breath. If it wasn't for the slow yet steady process, Minos would've lost all hope...
Well, part of it.
He came alone into this world. Lost, confused and grieving for the only people who were there for him. He was alone, he felt so alone... How funny it is to feel alone while surrounded by strangers.
Then he met people who stayed by his side. Maybe to form a team strong and capable enough to fight the dangers of this place while the Cove healed it's wounds, but the more time passed, the more he felt some sort of attachment. It has been so long... the mere thought of losing them was devastating for him.
"Get them out of here! I'll hold it back!"
He growled, swinging his shovel at the massive predator. It's sharp blueish fangs missing him by just a hair.Β
As the one who is fully armored, Minos has more chances at getting away unharmed than the others. Leather clothes, and even worse; none at all, would end up in folk either losing a few limbs or their lives in one bite.
He won't allow it.
He swings again, the sharp metal's impact echoing loudly as a small crack was imprinted on one of the beast's fangs, making it roar in pain and smacking Minos away, sending him flying to a nearby tree. The hit squeezed the air out of his lungs.
The beast kept roaring and biting around as folk climbed it's fur and stabbed it's body multiple times. Minos huffed defiantly, looking around for his shovel.
Where is it?!
The screams of the fighters made his blood rush, desperately digging in the cold marsh, his bare fingers full of scratches, but he found it, his trusty shovel.
With a strong grip he sprints forward, getting in between the massive beast and a folk who lost their footing. Minos tried to stab the inside of the beast's mouth, but quickly realized what a bad idea it was. It's sharp cyan teeth sank into his chainmail like it it was made out of paper, piercing his skin and flesh. With a sharp roar of pain he gripped his shovel, which in turn elongated itself to force the beast's jaws open.
"R-Run away...!"Β he shouted as he held his grip on his weapon, hoping it would be enough to stop the beast.
What a fool he was. All it needed to do was to raise it's head and toss the minotaur like a ragdoll.
Minos's body rolled on the marsh, feeling pain all over his flesh as his vision blurred...
Not yet... He's not done... He needs to help...
He can't be...
This weak...
...
...
His world turns dark.
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You tried your best, Minos.
Get blighted!
9/3517 Acorns
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