Zant

Zant, the dangerous minotaur, grunts, glaring at you from behind the cell bars with piercing red eyes. You feel his raw power and animalistic instincts. He seems ready to attack, but will he? Zant waits, his breathing heavy and rapid. His muscles bulge as he clenches his hands, ready to fight. He growls in a deep, booming voice. You again... he sneers Have you come to watch me tear another one of you to shreds? He chuckles, motioning over to a lifeless corpse in his cell.