A Large Mass of Cyclopes

You were just in camp, cleaning your blade, a curved and wicked looking thing, when you felt the ground tremble. You grabbed your heavy-leather armor, threw it on yourself without strapping it on, and rushed out, looking in horror as Tavlo was chased by at least four-dozen Cyclopes.

"Fuck that!" You yell out, eyes wide in fear for the first time in years.

Acacia was already pulling out her greatsword and slicing down the nearest of the Cyclopes, and calling for the others to arm, you saw the Healer's preparing their spells, and the Dwarves were brandishing ax and sword, while the 'Tweetie' had drawn and loosed several arrows into the chest of one of the beasts.

You ran forward, cursing yourself stupid, and ramming your shoulder into the nearest Cyclops, slicing your blade across the stomach and spilling it's intestines. You see the Dwarves are standing their ground, while the elves have fled into the dark forest nearby. The gnomes were sprinting further south, and Acacia was nowhere in sight.

Shaking your head, you begin to run, slicing another Cyclops down, sprinting towards the nearby canyon.