The grotesque head of a bull crashes into one of the horses up ahead.

The animal explodes! It's rider is tossed. The bandits try to regroup. When the beast rears up, I can see it's not a bull.

The deep brown bulky torso of a man, with a terrifying bull's head and hairy hooved legs, this was a minotaur. It was splattered in horse blood and roaring. Hammer and the map man turned to run, but Casey stood defiant.

It exhales a challenge through a stout pierced snout. The defiance melts as the twelve foot behemoth charges forward.

He turns to run, but the monstrosity is too fast. Two horns in the back send Casey into a tree.