Ventus turned to face the attack party that had taken part in slaying the cyclops, his red eyes sizing them up. Most of them seemed very capable of carrying their own weight and making a living on their own. Perhaps they were in it for the thrill of the hunt and adventure. Regardless, he was rather glad that it wasn't him that was the target. Noticing the elven archer perched on a nearby tree, he looked up at her and let a small smile grace his otherwise emotionless face. Then, he simply stepped off the corpse of the late beast they had just slayed and looked towards the tree-line in the direction of the tree he had called home for a few nights. Before he made his way back, Ven said a prayer of sorts in the Elven tongue loud enough for a few people to hear, wishing the cyclops' spirit a safe journey to whatever afterlife that awaits it.