Minotaur

The Minotaur had been imprisoned in the labyrinth for decades. Every year, fourteen screaming, crying youths were sent down to the labyrinth. The Minotaur found it easy to avoid them in the the miles of twisting corridors. After a few days, their cries would stop.

But then came Theseus. He was different. He was not screaming or crying and he had not come empty-handed to the labyrinth. In his right hand, Theseus carried a sword. In his left hand, he held the end of an unravelling ball of thread. And, under his left arm, he carried a freshly decapitated bull's head.

The Minotaur smiled. He could work with this one.