The axe swung and caught Handy. Its blade cut a long, bloody scar from his hip up to his chest. It wasn’t deep, but it hurt like a motherfucker, and Handy was now losing quite a bit of blood. Handy fell to the ground in pain, but his adrenaline-fuelled mind forced him back up to his feet, only getting to his knees before having to roll to avoid another blow from the axe, which crashed into the ground. He turned as the minotaur struggled to pull the axe from the ground. This was Handy’s chance.