The Minotaur got back up, turned to face his fallen opponent, raised the spear pointed-end, and stabbed Vaeludar in the heart with the sharp, triangular, pointed spear.
But Vaeludar did not growl; he did not grunt. In fact, he didn’t feel anything at all. He looked at the blade that was supposed to pierce him but did not go through the skin. The blade was actually bent when it touched Vaeludar’s skin.
Confused, the Minotaur lifted the weapon back up and saw the bent blade at a perfect ninety degree angle.
Vaeludar looked at his skin and didn’t see a scar or any bleeding coming from his chest. Smiling vilely, Vaeludar blew on the beast, blowing it all the way towards the forest edge. Vaeludar got up and charged towards the flying bull.
The Minotaur landed against the bark and fell to the ground. Now angrier that it had ever been in its entire life, the Minotaur growled like a regular bull. It tossed the weapon away and charged forward.
Both enemies were charging forward with great fugacity.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt sparked in Vaeludar’s brain; an idea hit him. Vaeludar stopped and stood like a white statue.
The Minotaur had his head bent; his horns pointing at Vaeludar. The beast hammering the ground, with his flat hooves. An earthquake struck after every pounding hoof step. Then the Minotaur rammed his horn into Vaeludar’s center chest only to have the horn bend from trying to ram it into Vaeludar’s central chest. The Minotaur gambled in a great amount of pain like a crybaby.
Vaeludar never knew he had indestructible skin; skin that was a thousand times stronger than steel armor.
Vaeludar marched over the grumbling Minotaur, placing his dragon legs over one of the Minotaur’s legs and stomach, dragon wings on the left leg and the right arm, leaving the monster’s right arm free, and human hands ferociously grabbing its horns and pulling the head closer to Vaeludar’s mouth.
The Minotaur used his free arm to push Vaeludar away, only to have Vaeludar’s tail crunch the arm to the ground.
Now the Minotaur was defenseless. It was struggling to break free.
“You.” Vaeludar pulled the Minotaur’s head even closer to his own head. “Will!” Vaeludar’s spikes on his spine, tail, and arms began to glow a light blue solar energy. “DIE!” finished Vaeludar, unleashing a fiery, electronic, magnetic, solar beam from his mouth into the Minotaur’s mouth.
The power cramped into the Minotaur’s throat and straight out the back of its neck, causing the energy to create a hole as well as rip through the neck, decapitating the Minotaur’s head from its body.
Vaeludar closed his mouth and the solar energy died down. Vaeludar saw his decapitated enemy’s leaning body fall on the ground while he held the Minotaur’s head by the horn.
Vaeludar roared across the village in a victory; he had killed a monstrous Minotaur. He tossed aside the head and released his grip from the dead carcass. After winning, he looked closer at his new appearance, which soon after changed back into a humanlike appearance. His skin was redder but went back into a lighter red-brown skin color. His spikes remained, and he could feel small horns still attached behind his ears. It seemed when he got into a battle mode, his body appearance would change.
He turned away from the dead carcass, but he decided to pick up the head by the bent horn, to keep it as a trophy of his victory over a Minotaur. Then Vaeludar walked towards the cloth. When Vaeludar was two steps away from it, he saw Nerio running towards it.
Nerio soon stopped and looked at Vaeludar and the bull head he was holding. Blinking, Nerio moved his eyes back and looked at the cloth and Vaeludar. He couldn’t help it anymore; he needed to have it, running for it.
Nerio was about to make it when Vaeludar was in front of him; they both were two inches away from the cloth.
“What was this?” asked Vaeludar.
“I need it,” argued Nerio. “It is mine! I found it! I need it now! It’s mine!”
“It is not yours!” yelled Vaeludar.
Nerio crawled beneath Vaeludar’s legs and grabbed the cloth.
Vaeludar turned and pounded the cloth from Nerio’s hands with his mighty dragon feet. His tail grabbed Nerio around his waist and carried him away from the cloth Vaeludar’s dragon foot felt something thin like a stick. Vaeludar picked it up while he held Nerio tightly in his scaly tail.
“Don’t touch that! That is mine!”
Vaeludar dropped the bull’s head down and held the cloth with his two hands. He unfolded the brown cloth flat, but there wasn’t anything; it just seemed like an ordinary washcloth. Vaeludar gazed at Nerio who was looking very nervous. “You went into the Greenwood Forest to grab a hand-me-down piece of cloth?” asked Vaeludar, releasing his tail from Nerio who was no longer fighting back.
Nerio tried to go blank but his face was covered in guilt.
“This was something that could have killed this entire village! Now because of the damage that happened and me slaying a Minotaur, the guardian of this whatever this was. This day had been chaotic because of you, Nerio. You could have gotten this whole village killed! You went into the Greenwood Forest just to get a piece of cloth? When will you ever learn?”
Nerio was almost in tears.
Angrily, Vaeludar was about to throw the cloth back into the forest from where it came. Before he was about to throw it, he saw a dozen Dragons, Unicorns, Centaurs, Faeries, Griffins, and a few Sea Serpents with two Mermaids and Mermen in waterholes staring at him in amazement.
Vaeludar’s anger turned into amazement. Then he remembered Alaric.
