With a lack of grace that I felt happening in slow motion, I tumbled backwards and landed on my ass. The impossibly hard obstruction that I’d run into, that I’d at first taken to be a tree, at second glance, was nothing of the sort.
It grinned down at me, saliva stringing from one sharp, broken fang. The others seemed fine, but it was that one broken canine that caught my attention. It looked infected or somehow diseased. I imagined I could almost smell the rot. I recoiled, scrambling backwards, only to hear the bellow of the reverse-minotaur again. I blanched. Stuck between a rock and a hard place indeed. Two f*****g Demons, no way out. The Demon in front of me reached a hand towards me that looked like it was made of tree bark. The fingers ended in sharp spikes of wood that I could feel
