The knives flew true, heading right for the Screamer's exposed back. However, two hand spans from the skin, they momentarily stopped, a bright flash of blue exposing a bubble around the man. If Megumi was paying close attention, she'd notice that each knife, subsequently after the first, got a little closer to the man. But then the knives were repelled by the same force, coming tumbling end over end with the same force at which they'd been thrown, flying directly towards Megumi. Because of the way they were repelled, they tumbled awkwardly, not with the precision of a true throw. 

The Screamer turned, realizing he was now under attack from behind. He smiled at the woman, casting a wink. He may have known he was protected, for now, but he hadn't seen how the knives had gotten closer. But he never changed his position, his arms still raised, pushing magic from his body into the rift, that was now growing larger. From her position, Megumi could see others of the creatures, though much smaller, on the other side, staring at the rift, not yet sure if they should go through yet.

The creature had been too busy with the orc squire that it hadn't even seen the giant bear approaching. It hadn't been able to get around the shield it wielded, nor were its jaws strong enough to tear through the steel. It had tried ripping it free, but the stout body, balance, and sheer determination of the squire had kept it in place. His sword had bit many times into the other head, leaving lacerations around the mouth and neck. But he was tiring, the beast had several hundred pounds on him and soon he'd be tossed like a ragdoll. He didn't have time to be surprised when he saw the massive white bear roar up as a new challenger. He really, really hoped it was on his side. The orc gave one last stab before his strength gave out, and the creature finally disarmed him of his shield. He skipped away sword in hand as he watched his shield thrown off like trash, and the creature turned to face its new opponent.

But before it could fully turn, a mass of white furred muscle bowled right into it, striking right behind its left shoulder. The sheer weight tossed the creature off balance, falling onto its side, nearly into the orc squire who'd had enough mind to skip out the way while landing a slash on its less furry tail, lopping off a foot long section. The creature was pained now, having felt something inside of itself break. It was quick to get up, no longer just the predator, but a prey fighting for its life. It went to charge toward the bear, but a moment of pain caused it to stagger, giving just a brief moment of hesitation, one maw looking to catch a leg, the other aimed at the neck and shoulder.