Minotaur were smart creatures that... Ahsoka had never heard of before. Or seen, though it reminded her of a smaller rancour. With less sharp teeth. Crossed with a nerf. Dumb looking, which is why taunting it was easy enough. She had moved to hide and the smaler grate over the pit was held steady with the force. She couldn't see, but she stood, feet sinking into the sand a bit, and held her hands above her, eyes closed, waiting. Holing. If Trunk's said 'Now' she'd let it drop.

The minotaur was smart, and knew that it wasn't chasing this boy, but the orange girl. So it looekd startled at the change at first, standing there sniffing around, annoyed. It started more towards the sand pit at first, until Trunks had thrown energy at it, stinging.

The shiny boy was now his target, growling as it stomped that way. The grates it DID step on creaked or groaned, clattering at the massive weight. It stormed in, charging right for Trunks.