Vaeludar jumped out of the window, flapped his wings to rise high into the air to get a good lookout, and looked towards the forest and saw a black furred, bull-headed, two-legged, and axe wielding monster: a Minotaur. He saw the large black furred beast coming out of the forest, ramming down a few trees in its path.
The raging Minotaur hammered through three trees, toppling them as if they were just twigs. Then he began to run after the twin boys.
Vaeludar’s felt his muscles tightening up as if he did a thousand pushups. His scapulae were being crunched by the roots of his wings, which showed blue veins popping out. His chest was stretching with a mass structure. His pointed tail turned three-bladed tail.
Vaeludar felt his body changing form. He felt his wings making him fly forward at a thundering speed. While he was flying, his dragon-human eyes enlarged his vision that showed Nerio tripping over a rock, with the Minotaurs eyes set for him.
Nerio stumbled to the ground, letting lose the cloth he was carrying. He landed with both hands on his chest. On the ground, he looked back at the piece of cloth he was carrying, but not at the rampaging Minotaur. Nerio’s eyes were gazing with lust. He wanted to have it. He needed to have it. So, he crawled towards the cloth and grabbed it, but the Minotaur’s thundering, pounding bull-hoof stomped on Nerio’s hand.
The Minotaur’s eyes were staring down at its prey. The Minotaur lifted up his spear-axe while Nerio closed his eyes, hoping something would stop the Minotaur.
As the Minotaur was about to swing his axe, Vaeludar flew and landed in between the Minotaur’s falling weapon and the grounded Nerio. Vaeludar grabbed the weapon, holding his hand on the handle next to the big hands of the Minotaur. Vaeludar’s strong, fierce, mighty grip on the spear-axe matched the Minotaur’s strong grip.
For their strength, Vaeludar and the Minotaur were evenly matched. Vaeludar pushed hard against the Minotaur’s strength, making the Minotaur’s hoof go off while Vaeludar used his bladed-tail to whip the cloth yards away from Nerio’s hand.
“Go, Nerio, run,” yelled Vaeludar, in a dragon voice. “Go! Get away from here!”
Nerio was only looking at the cloth. He so desperately wanted it and wanted it now. Instead of running away, Nerio took off after the clothed item.
Vaeludar grunted, used his tail to whip the cloth away and whipped Nerio to the ground. Vaeludar then flung then Minotaur to the ground using his tail again. Vaeludar quickly got up and grabbed Nerio and pushed him towards the village. Vaeludar turned back to see the Minotaur. He saw the creature changing its target from Nerio to Arron and dashed forward, facing no fear against this dark, hairy creature.
The Minotaur caught up with Arron and grabbed him with a free hand, tossing him in the air. Then the Minotaur stopped and was about to choke a horrified Arron. The Minotaur lifted up his spear-axe, ready to cut his prey in half.
Not before Vaeludar could stop the Minotaur first. Vaeludar flew from the Minotaur’s left side and landed a hard punch to its left check.
The monster flung Arron into the air and he was soon caught in Vaeludar’s spiky tail.
Vaeludar placed Arron on his feet and shouted, “Run!”
Unlike Nerio, Arron ran towards the village instead of going for the clothed item. Vaeludar saw Nerio returning for the clothed item.
Not seeing the Minotaur preparing to punch back, Vaeludar flew from his feet and crashed into a peasant house. Straw and stones crumbled from Vaeludar’s impact. Most of the house came crumbling down on the fierce hybrid.
Vaeludar’s wings covered his entire upper body, protecting him from any crumbling stones. Unfolding his wings, Vaeludar jumped back into action and kicked the Minotaur back one hundred yards. Vaeludar skipped every ten yards towards the backwards, trampling the Minotaur.
Fifty yards away, Vaeludar jumped into the air and landed a hard blow on the bull’s head, impacting a steep hole in the process.
But the Minotaur pounced up and caught Vaeludar with the butt-end of its axe. Then the Minotaur raised its axe to finish its downed opponent.
Vaeludar did not falter; the three claws of his wings caught the flying-down weapon, by grabbing the hands of the Minotaur. But the Minotaur was still lowering his weapon so that the spear blade could pierce Vaeludar’s skin.
Vaeludar was struggling to get up with his hands free but with the mighty, awesome strength of a Minotaur, it was near impossible. Vaeludar was only getting up by a half inch.
“It pays off to be a half dragon, when I have my moments,” grunted Vaeludar.
Vaeludar raised his left dragon leg to kick the Minotaur, but the beast saw it coming and stomped on Vaeludar’s rising leg. For some reason, Vaeludar didn’t feeling any pain at all, only the pounding of the beast’s hoof but no severe bone injury. Vaeludar dispatched one of his arms from the ground and aided his wings to push the monster away; it was barely helping.
Sounds of running horse hooves ran towards the struggling duo.
“Aaarrrgggghhh,” Alaric’s voice roared, on a speedy horse while holding a long-bladed spear.
“Alaric, don’t get involved with this!” Vaeludar’s dragon voice yelled at Alaric.
But it was too late; the Minotaur withdrew his weapon and stabbed the horse with one blow to the throat.
Alaric was flung from the horse, into the air, and landed on his back, almost paralyzing his spine.
The Minotaur rushed towards a heavily injured Alaric.
“NO!” snarled Vaeludar, who jumped back up and ran faster than the Minotaur’s burst of speed. He leaped on the Minotaur’s furry back and began to strangle it with his bare arms and stabbing with his three-clawed wings.
The monster was feeling the stabbings, feeling like a thousand bees were stinging one place at
