The Minotaur looked down into the ravine from above watching a small chaos hunting party killing and desecrating the undead for gold. They did not look well geared, like most chaos since the cataclysm which rendered all previously gathered resources and crafted gear cursed and unusable by a crow, they had elected to make quick land grabs during the bountiful spring season, and now they would pay. They had strutted around with their tales of domination against passive harvesters and unmanned forts, but it was time for vengeance, time to shut their little bards up through strength and skill. The Minotaur's faction had spent the spring gathering so far, preparing for winter and fall, and as such was well geared, and well prepared to make unprepared chaos beg for mercy. He would not grant it no matter how they cried, they had chosen to serve the worst of the gods and would have to beg for their forgiveness when he turned their vessels into food for the beasts of hunger that left their holes at night.
He circled the ravine until the chaos hunters were busy with the undead and began his descent down the ravine, moving quickly along unsteady slopes until he slipped and fell a short distance, slightly bruising his legs, the chaos hunters had not heard him fall and so he quickly moved down the rest until he was hidden behind a small building, he rested until his innate crow magic had repaired his vessel, and started moving out from behind the house.
The Minotaur pushed his vessels legs to their maximum almost tearing the neatly repaired muscles in them lunging at the lightly armored centaur gouging deep marks in his side and stunning him, it soon turned into a brawl with the minotaur relying on his berserk state to keep him alive against the attacks of a guinecean duelist and centaur pitfighter with a druid supporting them in the back. The minotaur could feel his power growing with every hit as he entered his titan state and kept growing it until his arms were at their physical limit hitting as hard as they could. He scored several powerful hits on the centaur and caused him to flee around a metal node but he could not escape. After bringing down the pitfighter he turned his attention to the little elf in the back. The elf blinked away but could not escape from the raging minotaurs axes and fell to him too. In the midst of the chase the guinecean has escaped presumably with any loot they had managed to gather.
The minotaur had shown the chaos the error of their ways, the error of ignoring gear and resources until their enemies were prepared, and with this he was satisfied and went on his way, patrolling enemy territory more to spread the word of the holy cow to the ignorant servants of chaos and balance.