And then Reyna was there, shoving the Minotaur deeper into the branch with a well-timed flying kick. Her weight alone wouldn't have done much, but she'd built up enough momentum and muscle to make sure that the stake drove home.
The Minotaur roared in pain and fury, and exploded into a shower of gold dust, and the whittle branch fell to the ground. Reyna came out of her kick in a roll, and finally looked up at Mitchell, breathing hard from the exertion. "Are you all right?"