‘It’s close,’ I said quietly. My pet wolf, Rex, growled in agreement. Then from behind a rock, we saw it. It was a 10 foot tall giant but only it had the head of a lion (Definitely not a copy of the Minotaur). So with my sword in hand I got ready. It seemed like it sensed we were there because he swung his club at our hiding spot, making the rock crumble. I swung my sword at him and it fell as it let out a pitiful howl.
Then it stood up and charged at both of us. But I was faster and swung at him again, this time killing him.