Jumping onto the Minotaur

Together, we draped Grover’s arms over our shoulders and started stumbling uphill through wet waist-high grass.
Glancing back, | got my first clear look at the monster. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine - bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other ‘ceps

The bull-man charged too fast, his arms out to grab me whichever way | tried to dodge.
Time slowed down.
My legs tensed. | couldn’t jump sideways, so | leaped straight up, kicking off from the creature’s head, using it as a springboard, turning in midair and landing on his neck.
How did | do that? | didn’t have time to figure it out.

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