The Minotaur

He kills in a panic - as scared of his victims as they are of him. He looks tremendous, but he's a botched experiment, a splicing together of ill-matched DNA- and he knows how weak he is; there's little going on in that great coffer of a skull but fear and self-pity. Consider him well; see how that wedge of an upper body tittups along on those spindly legs and silly little hooves. He's top heavy. Barge into him- rugby tackle him- and he'll go down on his back and be as helpless as an overturned beetle. All you have to do is slip a blade between his widely spaced ribs and you're done. Actually he'd like nothing better.