The cyclops...
[rolled 4]
Looked down at its missing arm, now just a stump that was cauterized around a gigantic charred jag of bone, mostly unfazed by the explosion. It looked up at its asssailant and with a terrifying roar, it charged at Sylvester.
[rolled 5]
It stomped close, its arm flailing about, readying itself to slam down on its target. Suddenly, it tripped on the crater Sylvester's bomb had made earlier, planting its face into the cobblestone just to Sylvester's right and sliding until its arm bone lightly tapped Sylvester's shins.

Inside the courthouse...
[rolled 12--best case scenario]
There were a couple of small, crying children huddled in the only corner of the courthouse that was not ablaze. "Help us!" "We can't get out!" "We're scared!!" They were bawling uncontrollably, but they were altogether unharmed.