[A pity nature never seemed to invent the cup for creatures. Well, a pity for the minotaur at least. With the creature seemingly disabled for now, she sheathed both swords.]

Thought for sure he'd put up more of a fight even with that. [Well given the intense glare earlier, she figured this thing might wanna rematch later. But first things first.

She raises her hands, blood shooting from her knuckles, almost like a set of claws appearing. At least until they twisted into tendrils, wrapping around the arms and body of the beast.]

So we dragging him out or what? I expect an angry mob to come soon for this idiot.

[She'd be absolutely furious, given the piss in the water supply now. Well, technically she was angry, but she got her revenge.]