Floyd
*It was at this point that the sustained usage of his boosting magic proved its usefulness, as his increased general speed allowed him to make his movements much earlier than he usually would, making a quick movement with his right arm to donk* **2** *In the head, grabbing it and swinging it around to defend his knees, making a meat shield out of the Qua before he had even died.*

*Of course, now he only had one arm at his disposal in order to deal with the two Qua, and this would be especially tricky even though his gauntlets had two blades each. Raising his arm up, he simply made sure they could not reach his head with their maces, while lunging the insect shield onto the others in an attempt to throw them off their balance.*
Dean
*Kondor successfully grabbed **2**, who impacted **1**. **2**'s legs were broken from the impact, and 1 would be knocked down by the quick and strong Kondor, his plan of attack foiled by the usage of his teammate as a weapon.

**2**'s impact with **1** Was enough to deprive **2** Of most of its momentum. **4** Managed to reach Kondor, and hit him in the knee with a hard swing on the mace. It might be enough to jam the joint a bit, or perhaps hurt him badly - but not likely enough to crack a bone. Afterward, he quickly attempted to run away while he still can, dragging **1** Along the way.

**"IBEEEEEEEEEE COME!" A loud, thunderous shout came from behind the double doors leading to the aftcastle cabin**

*The door on the aftcastle opened, and a large creature crashed through it. A brayer standing at a mighty 2.2 meters, with brown skin. He wore an **Incomplete, ill-fitted breastplate**, that looks like the product of someone fusing two smaller breastplate together. He wore a nasal helm with aventail, with special accomodation for his horn. His body was covered in what could be described as some sort of linen and cotton "Armour". 

On his left hand is a **2.6 meters long** "Quarterstaff", though it resembled a piece of log being swung around, more than an actual quarterstaff. He held it with only one hand. The staff were reinforced with iron bands throughout, and were so thick it could've easily weighed 15 to 20 pounds. Its surface looked strangely slick and reflective, as if some sort of magic has been used to enchant it...

And the Minotaur seems to be holding it one handed nimbly.*

*He turned toward Kondor, staring at him from 50 feet away*

*On the adventurer's ship, a group of alarmed adventurers rushed to a springald on the aftcastle, and quickly started cocking it, unbeknownst to the minotaur, whose vision is totally focused on the giant little shit who just wrecked eight of his crew casually*
Floyd
With the hit taken to his knee from the mace of the warrior, Kondor was at a disadvantage. His movement was still fast and powerful, but he had certainly gotten a limp from the damage, Perhaps it had torn a muscle.

Turning to face his opponent, the giant Oni was filled with rage, blinded to other enemies as the bottom of his mask leaked saliva as he drooled madly, grunting with each breath that expanded his chest and parted his shoulders from the sheer amount of air being forced in. Oh the look on his eyes, even through the rusted helmet that looked like it was part of his head, the beady red stare pierced straight through to the Minotaur. 

And so the battle started, the air screaming as it was violently pushed aside by the charge of Kondor, his arms, arguably his strongest weapons, bundled up together as though he were doing a rugby tackle. But though his reasoning was clouded by rage, his instinct told him to take this position so as to be able to quickly adapt to a swing from the side in order to avoid being struck.

"RRRAAAAAAAAHH! KONDOR CRUSH UGLY MAN!"
Dean
Blinded as Kondor was, all the other enemies was eager to avoid Kondor after seeing what happened. Only this minotaur seems willing to challenge Kondor. Even Kondor's allies shied away from the fight, preferring to fight the other easier crewmembers instead.

It was a duel between the two now... Save for the possibility of a Springald being shot at the Minotaur.

The minotaur gripped his staff tightly with his hands, and then took a backstep, steadying himself as Kondor charged toward him. He took a deep breath, and then swung his heavy staff from the lower right, aiming at his knee, where Kondor would have a harder time reaching with his gauntlet - He wasn't afraid of it being blocked, because of his great strength and the staff's sturdiness, he was reasonably certain it would crush through and hit... And hurt a lot...

But the Minotaur have more than one trick up his sleeve...

His skin would turn grey and silver-like, as if steel were layered on top of it. His movement slowed down a bit, but not enough to stop him from fighting effectively.*

**"IBE STEEL SKIN LOSE NO FIGHT!"** 

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Mana: 80/100, Steel Skin activated for 4 turns.
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Strength: 10


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