A cyclops. Like myth and popular culture, this one had one singular eye. It glared at me and blinked. A partial close that left it vulnerable for but a moment.
Yet still the staggering height, whose distance covered a tree's length and more. The Cyclops was greater than the mountains on foot that were the cavaliers. Its skin held defensive properties that the others could not match.
And the strength of its arms were so great that it could uproot a tree with nary a flex. But still, my mouth formed a wide grin. The bardiche stretched behind my back and flexed to chop the neck of the creature.
"YOU DARE!!" It roared.
Intelligent. I could place that among its qualities too. But as my instrument scythed through skin and flesh it could do nothing but blink at me.
Blood gushed and drenched my outfit. And soon after I leaped over the shoulder of the Cyclops and onto the nearest tree. He was dead, the Cyclops should be dead, yes?
