Yakgan

When you first saw the Minotaur fighting in the Arena of Kvatch, you barely believed your eyes. Well over nine feet tall, the minotaur strode into the arena. He held that massive bovine head of his high as he scanned the crowd. His upper body was humanoid. A wall of muscle. The creature wore little armor, save for a simple shield and a loincloth, old and new scars a testimony to his many victories. His lower body was just as powerfully built, with legs like tree trunks and hooves that kicked up sand with every slow, measured step.