We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

Ah, the minotaur. Guardian of the labyrinth, strength and rage rolled into one. Formidable, to say the least. Unless up against a gun. It was Adam's drunken state, ironically, that saved him. So close was he to the creature that, at point blank range, not even he could miss. The shot fired, lighting up the basement around them for a brief and shining moment - before it promptly shattered through the back of the beast's skull. Its rolling eyes managed, briefly, to flick to Peter, undoubtedly leaving some nightmare-fuel in its wake, before it sagged forward, tongue lolling, horns dragging its head down faster. Right on top of Adam.