The minotaur stands tall, one of the horns on his head is broken and he has a nasty scar across one eye. he lashes the whip again, and stomps forward, one of his hooves has cracked apart, and it looks like he filled in the missing pieces with metal. He readies his mace, obviously left handed from how he is holding it.
"so... I wondered if I would see you again, I expected to hunt you down, not the other way round."