We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

A couple of feet away would still be a lot too close, as would become evident soon enough to Adam. Whilst Peter chased the orbs, successfully capturing one within his jar, the thing moving in the dark paused. A stench hit the air before Adam at this close distance; something rancid, something bovine. And as a few of the orbs drifted lazily by, he would see the creature lower its head, from which protruded two gigantic, curving horns. The minotaur roared its displeasure at the intrusion into its domain, bringing a bulging arm up to swing at the drunkard that had staggered right up to it.