• Continuing from flying back from the path to Russia

    As I land down in front of what looked like an entire army of minotaurs, one of them charges at me with what looked like hair at first, but turned out to be not 2 horns like your average minotaur, but 3!
    The only things I can think of is to either fly back up and avoid him or her, or grab the horns and swing them (hopefully) lightly back where they came from.
    It was already too late for plan (A). The random wind spinners at my feet would take forever to speed back up to get me far enough off the ground.
    The minotaur was only 4 metres or 13 feet away from me. I grab what seemed like 5 out of 16 horns of the minotaur (it felt like horns coming from thorns) and swung my body to the side and tried to stick it there.
    The minotaur's inertia was too great to stop now, all it could do was roar in terror (trust me, they can do that) and gain centripetal force to go around me. Unfortunately his inertia was too great to reduce, but increase, sending him flying back at a group of minotaurs and fall down and take out 3 more.
    CRACK
    I heard a bone crack.
    All I could do was hope that it wasn't their neck...
    I put out a hand and approached to try and help when all of a sudden, a hoof stopped me in my path.
    A rather strong looking, pink minotaur of authority told me, "You are not welcome here... Leave. Please. But before you do, please accept my apologies for Gohpnir*. I told her not to attack our guest."
    "May I at least help if I can?"
    "Possibly. It depends on what you are able to do. We know you can obtain flight, flash freeze, tame the flame... All that is needed to destroy the Elder except for healing capabilities..."
    I hold up a limb from my upper body which has turned orange and say, "If I can take lives, surely, can I not give lives?"
    "No. That is the job of the Minotaurian kind. Taking lives is for those of the Demonic strain, controlling time is for those of Lor-wear blood, and space taming is only capable by those of hiumein** descent."
    They lower their hoof from my chest.
    "Does that imply that I am of the Demonic strain?"
    They stare me in the eyes but shifting focus from time to time, looking paranoid, and told me, "Positive."
    I see that the minotaur that attempted to damage me has recovered.
    The same goes to the other 3 that she fell upon.