Nashandra: Cyclops Eye

The beast had been defeated. Nothing too difficult with no visible casualties within the group. Just a stray Cyclops roaming the area, wrong place and wrong time. The goup was quick to dispatch him, and thus, Nashandra could handle the massive humnoid.

Kneeling before the almost KO'd beast, she would pull out what seemed to be a syringe. Poked into his head, he would quickly end up paralyzed. The next tool would be a scalpel, one that'd quickly proceed to sever the lids. The thick skin was a challenge, but the queen pulled through.

Next stop: The optic nerve. Quite a cruel ending for his kind, given how the eye had a pivotal role in their lives. He couldn't complain, between his battered being and the aenesthetic, he was a goner. Her hand grasped the globe, while she'd slowly tug on it. A few pulls, and the nerve would be exposed.

"My apologies."

With a quick application of pressure from the blade to the fleshy cord. It was bloody, but Nashandra would have the large eye. Stored in a portable coldbox in her bag, it seemed like the Cyclops was left to die.

"Let's move."
(Nashandra)