Sometimes everything happens so fast, it becomes a weird blur. The boy on the ground clearly had no idea Victor was talking to him, prioritizing instead to grab and restrict someone who was suffering from claustrophobia. The punch made Victor flinch, mostly because he was still seeing the innards of the two, making it a weird play in some horrific theater. The bones bending slightly from the impact, the shudder from the muscles, and the veins bursting to leave the bruise. The German tried to respond, but the door suddenly received several slams, and a voice from outside yelling at them in panic.

"Come on! We need to go! The seagulls will be back soon!"

A pause, as Victor's mind processed the entire scene before him. A panicked animal of a girl backed against the wall, a guy who had just been punched in the face, and now another student yelling at them to run. Several fixes ran through his head. He could knock the girl out, it wouldn't be hard, he could see the veins and pressure points, all he'd have to do is apply pressure. Get the other boy to carry her to safety. He could swing the door open and let her run, get out of this area and get somewhere safer. He could keep the door shut, they hadn't been attacked yet, he was surprised the others even knew they were in here.

Knocking her out would be a poor first impression. And there was no guarantee the other student would be willing to carry her.
Remaining wasn't an option, if the student was screaming and hammering the door, he would be attracting attention, their location was known now.
Victor gave a sigh, then swung the door open. He didn't know these people. He grabbed the curtains, bundling them up under one arm. Still a good idea to take some protection from these gulls. He turned to the other two, then made a sweeping motion with his arm.

"SCHNELL! OUT!"

With that, Victor vaulted out of the room, and was met with perhaps one of the more bizzare sights he had witnessed. Victor froze as he saw the mythical beasts on the deck. Scorpion tails, lion heads, and winged. The term escaped Victor at the moment, being replaced instead with a loud:

"SCHEISSE!"

The two beasts were violently attempting to get below deck, slamming and breaking quite a few things in the process. Victor had a curtain. And a woeful lack of physical capabilities short of seeing the fact that the pair of beasts were indeed real, and made up of a lot of muscle and horror. Poorly, he might add. Whoever had created them had forced nature to bend in a way that it didn't want. He could see internal bleeding, scar tissue and oddball biological choices, strain on parts of the body that would cause massive pain in later years. This was barbaric, an infant tearing the heads off dolls and recombining them. The creatures were jury-rigged at best. 

The initial panic was wearing off. Victor was getting frustrated more than anything. Whoever was behind this wasn't trying to kill them. They could have done that 8 different ways if they had access to these. They were trying to hurt them. Or scare them. Either way, the German was just getting annoyed. He scanned the creature for vital points, nerve bundles to exploit, to cause them to go numb. He just needed an opening. Wouldn't be hard to avoid getting hit, he could read the muscles at the internal level. Seeing the movements was child's play. Plus, the beasts seemed to focus on the group inside, not so much Victor on the outside. Seems whoever had come to get them had fled ahead, and grabbed all the attention. And he did still have the curtain...an idea began to form in his head.