The ground trembled above the giant cyclops.
Pieces of rock fell on to their heads then slipped down their long hair.
One by one they began to move toward the corridor climbing up to the surface.
Their large hands were in fists.
Their heads were throbbing with headaches from the repetitive crash landings.
Once was a enough when it came to the circular starship that crash landed into the ground leaving a bad tremble in the young children, some of the young males were scared, and the females were up in arms about this strange oddity. Concern was mostly there on what exactly was happening. It hadn't came around the time of winter when the earth split apart, bad lighting, and cold temperature controlled the land. It was typical how it was one of the beings from the sky that had given the young the scare. So one of them went out one day to see what they were, chased them, got shot, and killed by the small beings from the sky. It was their own fault it happened. The body was picked clean by the scavengers leaving only giant skeletons that had to be moved back underneath and moved into the ancient tomb. A bumbling fool, they were, but they deserved to be buried with their family.
The giants spread out in a neat, long line getting onto the rock.
One by one they reached their hands out for the oncoming metal that was releasing smoke, flames, and annoying noises.
The cyclops stood their ground side by side with their attention aimed in the direction of the falling objects.
They caught the falling unique, strange items with small pests screaming inside that resembled one of the man wildlife on the surface. The tall giant aimed into the sky where there were other shapes like it in the distance then threw it watching into the atmosphere leaving a trail of smoke behind. The others were doing the same throwing them away where they had came. Saucers flew away from the scene heading into the sky from whence they came.
In celebration, the cyclops cheered by shaking their fists in the air.