Lord Svarak had noticed something intriguing about the creature. When he'd struck the creature, it was dazed for a moment, but not just that head, but both. Was that simply from the pain as a whole? Or perhaps, it wasn't two minds, but rather two halves. He had to test this theory. He wanted to know more about this creature before he captured it. It would be quite beneficial. The creature had backed away from him in its pained daze, not retreating, simply recovering. Svarak didn't follow, studying its movements. He noticed subtle glances back to the portal, but no shifting to suggest it wanted to flee. It seemed more concerned about anyone approaching the portal.

Then he knew, the smallest details revealed the most. This creature was protecting something. And what did all creatures protect? Their home and their family. All the more reason to capture and not to kill. These creatures were just unwitting pawns forced into this by the Screamer. He could see the battle unfolding between the squires, and even a couple of civilians, against the smaller creature, probably the male. Female reptiles tended to be bigger in his experience. Well, probably not much he could do there. Well he could, but he'd much rather see how they fought. Squires were fairly predictable in their combat styles, but civilians... they were unpredictable and surprising. Sure, he'd be splitting his focus, but he already knew he'd win.

Svarak sprang forward along the bleachers, feeling the wood bow, not between the weight, but rather the force his powerful legs pushed with against them. The creature's body coiled up, the muscles ready for a strike, spittle dripping from its maws. In the moments leading up to the inevitable collision, Svarak saw the spittle from one burn through the wood, though the other didn't. Interesting, different properties. The gap closed, one head lunged toward his neck, the other to his gut, from opposite sides. So predictable. He growled playfully, and sprang forward between the bites, jumping up. In the air, he twisted, and came down on the creature's body, supporting himself on the bony protrusions. It would feel his weight, but he suspected not exactly where he was. 

The heads tried to twist away under his iron grip, his feet supporting himself upon their back. Time to test a few things. He dug his claws deep into the creature's back, between the armor, and both heads snarled in pain. So both heads felt the pain inflected to the body. He let loose of one head, keeping firm control of the other, as the creature tried to buck the assailant off, screaming in pain and rage. He raked his claws over the left head, with the burning spittle. Both heads once again flinched in pain. So they were more like arms rather than completely separate entities. 

He still needed to find out what the other head's bite did, but that would be easy in captivity. Time to end this. He had enough information he felt. He leapt off the creature's back, still holding onto the one horn. He dipped below the creature's jaws, and swung his legs around its unarmored neck. He stuck his knee into its windpipe, then tightened the vice, his hands forcing the head upward by its lower jaw. He watched the other head snap towards him, but he kept his body just hairs out of reach, already knowing its range of motion. Then it struggled, then slowed, then slumped to the ground. One head is all you need to beat. Two halves of a coin. 

He moved out from under the creature, watching the fight between the bear. He noticed one of the women was missing, and that it was a snow bear. He smiled, a Moon Fey then. Most interesting, he'd not seen one in a long while, and suspected she made that delivery he'd sent out. The woman probably had no idea to what she had really agreed to. Watching as she finished the creature, he hoped she was strong enough for what come soon.

But he'd be there with her. That much he could ensure. 

He quickly set about giving orders to chain up the creature and deliver it to the Menagerie. He saw the many people still dying, the wounded, but that wasn't his concern. If they didn't wish to die, they should've been stronger. He started strolling over towards the Moon Fey, considering how to go about leading her to what was likely her doom. Or perhaps her greatest achievement, if she were strong enough.