"Get the flag."
One of the fighters shouted. The others tried to hold the struggling cyclops down but it shook some of them off with a roar.
It lunged towards the nearest student, who tried to jump back, but it was too late; it caught him and threw him into its open mouth.
The others, seeing this, doubled their efforts as they shot their spells at it. An archer standing at the back of the fighters shot his arrow towards the cyclone, eye-piercing it.
The cyclops, having lost its eyes, started to scramble as it screamed, thrashing around everywhere, but the fighters, much to their credit, managed to avoid everything.
"Get the flag."
A female voice pierced through the noise. The saintess, I could recognise her voice everywhere. She was standing a bit further from the fight, a green spell circle in front of her.
