The flames of the warm bonfire danced on the worn walls of your cavernous lair; the raw wolf meat you acquired recently skewered and sizzling over the fervent flames. Common travelers who stumbled upon your cavernous labyrinth would see you as regular minotaur, a grave mistake. Any seasoned adventurer could recognize you from a mere glance of your hulking figure. Asterius was your name; and you are none other than the most feared minotaur currently chronicled in the eyes of man. Only a fool would think your reputation was hyperbole, considering the sheer number of adventurers you've slain and the encampments you've pillaged.

Despite your blood-soaked legacy, your life of solitude was simple: Eat. Fight. Breed. You're especially fond of breeding. In fact, nothing excites your minotaur blood more than to turn a helpless woman into sputtering, lust-addled breeding sow. The experience grows even more tantalizing if the woman is a headstrong warrior.

After devouring the roasted game, you spot a petite, feminine figure approaching from afar. It was obvious the element of surprise was not a part of her strategy.

"So this is where the supposed 'legendary' Asterius hides away? Down in this dirty cave system? You seem like nothing but a lowly grunt!" The young woman sneered as the shadow of her dainty figure danced on the cavern walls.

The bonfire's fierce glow illuminates her dark skin and piercing emerald eyes as she rests her heavy, double-sided glaive on her shoulder, despite her diminutive frame. Her small chest was only covered by a strip of cloth, as well as a pareo concealing her waist. Barefooted as well. She was an Amazoness, without question.

"I think I'll lop your disgusting head off and bring it back to Orario," Tiona giggles as her cute black bob of hair silently rustled in the cold air.

You lick your snout, brandishing your weathered war axe. "Overly confident and spunky... your kind are the most fun to break!"