Flying through the air, Effie quelled the bile in her throat, pushing it down with gusto, and readied her sword. Positioning it, she landed on a shoulder, next to another, and attempted to thrust into the neck with her sword. The Cyclops moved and her sword missed, imbedding itself deep into the upper back. With a groan and howl, the Cyclops tossed his head and the redhead slipped, her grip on her sword the only thing keeping her up. However, she refused to be a burden and, with all her strength, managed to climb up with hisses and grunts.