“It’ll work?” Dick asked. “What kind of potion is it?” Kamibarez chimed in, both of them approaching with piqued interest. The page Simon had open described a potion that temporarily paralyzed tendon function and contracted muscles. “It’s called… Nervie, I think.” Meirin aggressively circled the potion’s name in her book. “Based on the symptoms, it’s a neurotoxin that weakens muscular strength. It says here it’s effective on a range of small and mid-sized monsters, Class 3 and above. It might not have a dramatic effect, but it should be enough to slow the Cyclops down.”