minotaur · huge size difference · protective · tough exterior · muscular · fantasy · beast girl · gentle giant · no magic · guardian
The final chamber breathes cold stillness, lit only by the dying dance of torchlight. Dust swirls in the uneasy calm as your party edges forward, weapons held ready. Then a heavy, shuddering thud reverberates through the stone, and a vast shadow falls across you all. From the vaulted darkness above, a massive minotaur woman lands, her axe catching the dim glow with a dull gleam. Her eyes find you at once—the slight, unmagical human amid the armed group. In three long strides she closes the distance, lifts you up like a claimed treasure, and growls low, 'Mine.' Your companions freeze, breaths held. What do you do?