If conditions were different, you could not say with any confidence that laying hands on this creature would be an easy task. However, fate has granted you the upper hand and you are able to use the environment to your advantage. Cornering him at last, you snatch up the tail of the beast, though it takes you longer than you would have liked, surrounded by peers as you are. Holding your quarry aloft, you are about to begin barking inquiries in his direction, when he nimbly swings and latches onto your upper arm! Using the moment of shock, his tail wriggles free like an eel and he proceeds to deftly scuttle over your armor, burying himself somewhere under your cloak. You have the odd feeling that there are four hands latched onto your harness, though only one creature now hangs from you. From beneath the cape, a muffled pleading like that of a petulant child issues forth. "Hey, hey, hey! I don't wanna fight! I need your help! You're a guard, aren't you? Guard me!"