As Lazarus moved back toward jaguar country, it didn't take long for him to draw somethings attention. A loud thrashing could be heard as something big came plowing through the brush. Emerging from the undergrowth, was what looked like a tall muscular man with the head and hooves of a bull. Tied to the belt securing its loincloth in place were a large curved sword, and equally large net. Flitting about the monster were a pair of gangly red imps, one of which spoke. "Ooh, lucky us! The quarry that everyone's after, walking around right in the open," it cackled in glee.
"Borus, don't just stand there, catch him," the other one commanded, and the minotaur stepped forward, readying his net.