Nyala was closing behind the cyclops. The thing had come across their path from the side and she and the other scouts had almost missed it. Moving carefully, she hoped it was not one of the more lethal "red eye" cyclops' that could project deadly beams of magic. Stooping low, keeping her profile low, she readied her spear. Thankfully, the others seemed to have readied themselves. Thus she didn't have to take any unnecessary risks.

She was then about to cast her spear, pulling back her shoulder when an arrow shot out of the branches overhead and the blonde haired elven archer slid down towards the beast. Both must have been of elven manufacture for no arrow and no rope could hold such weight. She was exposed there, perhaps she was planning on getting the Cyclops to bash itself by getting its attention and leaping free at the last moment. If that was the case, it was a risky proposition.

Hurling her spear, lower now than she had originally intended to avoid any accidental chance of striking Alir, Nyala didn't wait to see where it struck. She immediately drew her twin blades and prepared to rush.