You get to your feet

You get to your feet, pain from the fall searing through you. You spit and gag, trying to get the taste of Minotaur cum from your mouth. You couldn’t say it tasted that bad actually. Before you could think more about this, a roar comes from the distance. You look over just in time to see a small, actually about 7 feet tall, dragon. Flames erupted from its mouth. It was racing towards you. Fear shoots through you and you think about running, but you know it would be futile.