Titans

In an age of mystery, at a time of legend, in a realm of wonder, when beasts of incomprehensible savagery roamed freely through the land and gallant heroes emerged to vanquish them, two warriors crossed paths on the Golden Plains of the Righteous Kings. Valinor, honored Knight of the Consecrated Guard and the bravest of High Lord Ackimar's centaur warriors, returning home from war with the loathsome Hordes of Abomination came suddenly upon a foul and dreadful Minotaur. The rippling bronzed skin of the half-man half-bull shimmered vibrantly in the noon day sun, it's heavily muscled chest heaved with every gasp of its horrid breath, and its malevolent eyes bore down upon Valinor with the wickedness of a thousand murders. "Ho!" called Valinor to the contemptible beast, "Stand aside so that I may pass." In reply the Minotaur smote the ground furiously with its mighty hoof, and spat out its hatred for all things noble, and snorted its distain at the dauntless centaur, and stood barring the way in arrogance. Knowing that the depraved beast must be destroyed, Valinor hefted his axe and raised his shield and fearlessly charged forward. The clash of the titans had begun...

(The best part of this whole project was when we took the picture of Jonathon for the Minotaur. Amber stood in the doorway the whole time begging him to put his clothes back on and come in the house.)