One Fireball after another linked the Undead with the onrushing Cyclops, the burning trajectory of flames acting as a bond pulling both sides together.
Accompanied by thunderous roars, the spreading shockwaves felt as if they were heating the air to scorching temperatures.
The swarm of Cyclops that surged forward made the ground tremble unceasingly, causing the unforgettable small hill, already sealed by collapses, to wobble and struggle.
All the Cyclops emerged, their numbers reaching as high as four!
The Undead's recent encroachments had compressed their living space, or perhaps it was just sheer anger, thus the giants decided to show these Undead a bit of color.
The traps were like piano keys heavily pressed, sounded by the running Cyclops, who grew increasingly furious.
"Retreat!"
Should be safe enough at this distance, roughly so.
"Spread out!"
