Fight!

As you turn around, cursing yourself as an insane imbecile now, you can see the shadows of the Cyclopes through the mist, their hooves clapping the ground like a thousand raindrops.

You begin to mutter the words under your breath, feeling yourself draw from the very shadows around you, creating almost armor around yourself, and feeling a foreign strength enter your arms. You look at your blade, and can see the black blood of the enemy, and feel a very feral delight come over yourself.

The Cyclopes approach, and you lunge at them, launching yourself off of the nearest rock, screaming with all of your voice.

They weren't ready for that.

You swing the blade, catching one in the throat, and slash another across the chest with the follow-through, and duck, feeling club barely pass an inch above your head. You impale the knee of the Cyclops that delivered the blow, and it falls, where you rapidly slice it's throat.

The other Cyclopes are charging at you, as they approach, you swing the blade gutting one, neutering another, and slicing into the hip of a third. The three fall, and the other four keep coming.

You dodge and dodge and strike, but these Cyclopes seem to be smarter than the other six.

Finally, after what felt like eons, and was most likely only minutes, you impale one through the chest, and twist your blade out, and on the backdraw, catch another on the shoulder, causing it to shout as you fall to your knee and stab it in the gut.

As that one falls, the other two advance, and you barely deflect one strike with your blade, and dodge a swing from a club. You stab out, catching the nearest Cyclops in the eye, blinding it. Rather than ripping your blade out, you thrust it further in, now stabbing it in the brain, killing it instantly.

The last Cyclops is far larger than the others, standing at least three feet above you.

You whip out your dagger that you always keep in back-up on a belt in your armor, and flip it, so that you can lash out as quick as you can.

This Cyclops advances upon you, slashing and growling, as it wields a large crude ax. You get knocked to your back, and roll just as the Cyclops swings downward. You roll twice more to avoid more blows, and manage to leap to your feet.

With dagger in hand, you get behind the cyclops, stab it in the back. As it falls, you then stab it under the arm, slipping it between the ribs. As your final blow, you slit the beasts throat, just as you would to a deer; stab it in the side of the throat, and slit outwards.

It falls dead with a thud that would shake the ground.

Somehow... you did it... you did it...