Multiple blow bombarded the ogre all at once, the two pesky holy warriors at his legs being a particular nuisance. The paladin slashed his sword deep into the cyclops's exposed ankle, hacking right into bone and causing a violent gush of blood to shower the conqueror. The cleric's necrotic touch rotted the Cyclop's other leg as the chains that kept it's makeshift shinguard together rusted and shattered under the strain. The cyclops fell to his knees from the sheer damage, but didn't intend to go down quite so easily. He hefted his club up, smashing it downwards towards the two warriors at his feet. But as the beast was slamming downwards, Roy's bullet flew between the helmet's visor and right into the eye of the beast. It ripped through the membrane of the eye, bouncing around inside of the giant's thick skull, and generally tearing apart the giant from the inside out. Blood spilled forth to once more shower the warriors in blood and gore, and the beast threaten to crush them. But not with his club, but with his corpse.

The body falls still as the beast was slain. Still there was no time to celebrate; already the sound of trogs screaming in the distance to alert their kin could be heard. There was no telling when they would arrive to swarm this place and no doubt feast upon the cadaver of this mighty beast. Most of the armor and metal plates on the giant appeared rusted and cheap, but there were a few that seemed suspiciously prestine despite the cyclope's lack of upkeep. There was a reflective breastplate that served as a part of a pauldron, and a small buckler that seemed to have some sort of mechanism attached to it. On the waistband of the cyclops also appeared to be a makeshift sack made of unknown hide. And of course, there was the orc's original hideout free for the taking. Aoi would know that the orc had brewed various potions and drugs there, and she might've not have taken all of them.