The group of humans fought valiantly against the demonic Minotaur with all they had. Nonetheless, their attacks, no matter how devastating, could not pierce the rock-hard skin of the monster.
Their weapons would simply slide off it on impact. Even those with long-ranged abilities found their attacks futile against the monster.
Blake, who was the leader of this cohort, bit down on his lips hard as he swung his large sword at the back of the morbid beast, coating the weapon with a yellow-like energy and then striking with his full force.
Just as he had expected, his weapon simply sparked off the stone Minotaur, leaving only a small dent on it's skin.
"Useless," he growled, watching the Stone Minotaur sharply turn to face him with a far more furious demeanor than before.
