" I watched as this behemoth as he battled the goblins, swinging his fiery torch. Once the fire touched the creatures in the cave, they succumbed to death quickly with a pig-like squeal of agony.
They used their tiny claws to slash the minotaurs’ flesh, but his fur was to thick and he batted them off like one might a mosquito. One he could deal with, but they were surrounding him, clawing at him, like some black mass of flies.
I watched from a corner, I could do nothing with no weapon. I heard Darak yell angrily, batting the creatures away with both flame and fist. "

― J.A. Flynn