Jake grunted. . . finally trying to cut the Cyclops'es arm off with his enchanted, mono-molecular sword, at least thirty times harder than any modern steel. If it couldn't cut the Cyclops'es flesh it could sink magically into it's mind, and spirit, causing immense physiological shocks to every nerve in it's body, in an attempt to induce strokes, heart attacks, and to shut off the tubes of air from it's lungs, break it's blood vessels, rupture it's eyeballs like popped water balloons, and cause premature rigormortis all over it's body even if it lived. . . Every organ was under attack as the sword sliced into the Cyclop'ses arms. Even the veins in it's body were being attacked as, with every slicing movement, Jake was attacking the veins carrying any blood to it's organs.