0-2 No, the Minotaur fights back

With a suddenness that surprises you the Minotaur does not go for her club. Instead she lowers herself just under the bar of the fence, bent over at the waist, and launches herself at you horns first.

You scramble to defend but the unexpected move leaves you flat footed. Her thick skulled head meets yours with a loud crack and your vision and hearing go foggy from the blunt force trauma rattling your brain. You are knocked for a loop, dazed for a crucial few seconds. Those crucial seconds in every combat that was the difference between life and death.

You feel the creature's massive weight land on top of you. As you struggle to return to your senses she shifts her body so that your head is completely encased between her massive taut boobs. Her soft plump body pinning yours to the ground, your arms out at your sides. You are unable to reach for any of your equipment. You are unable to talk. Unable to escape her great weight.

Unable to breathe!

Your arms and legs flail out from under her, to no effect. You push and squeeze, pinch and punch her sides. Nothing. Your head nestled firmly in her huge cleavage you cannot turn your head enough to get that life giving breath of air you so desperately needed.

You punches begin to lose power. Your legs kicking slower. You consciousness was fading...fading...fading...

Your last thought as you perish under this soft squishy giant woman's body, your face enveloped by her humongous titties, was... Well, there are worse ways to go.