The creature's head was snapped to the side, grooves scored up along the neck and face of it from the claws, a hiss of pain escaping it. A few of its teeth had been knocked free, falling to the ground. Its other head, though, found purchase with its jaws, biting hard into the bear's shoulder. At first, the level of pain would be normal, excruciating pain, but then the skin and fur around the teeth began to sizzle and smoke. This was what the creature was designed for, biting and holding on while its teeth did the work. 

When the bear raised up, the creature was lifted bodily, but didn't let go, some of the fur around the bite actually on fire now. Its eyes sank into its head as the bear carved deep grooves into it. The other head snapped wildly, dangling just out of reach. The orc did not miss the opening the bear provided. He'd learned by now that slashing was useless, but he could easily distinguish the bony plates from skin now that it wasn't trying to eat his face. He rushed up behind it, and with his long sword, stabbed once, twice, over and over, guiding his blade between the plates, hoping to hit something vital from where he could reach.

The creature was hissing in pain from its open head as it felt the sharp sting of steel. Then, one struck something that wasn't just meat, and the creature finally dropped free of the bear, swinging hard with its tail. The orc just barely dodged it, managing to lop off another long section of it, that continued to wiggle on the ground. The creature tried to flee, back to the hole it came from, but found that both of its hind legs weren't working. It dragged itself slowly forward using only its forelegs, hissing in pain and fear, totally ignoring its attackers. 

The man was still grinning as though he were invincible as he saw the foolish woman try and punch through his shield. He began to laugh, as he poured the last magic he could spare into the rift without passing out, bringing his arms down. Then with a pop, not one that was heard, but was felt by some sixth sense, the shield failed. The man's grin instantly dropped, when he realized he was unarmed. But he wasn't completely useless, punching upward as the woman fell, no longer being supported by the shield. His fist collided hard with her ribs, and he felt a couple give and break. 

But he did not win in that blow, for the woman's blade was kept true, and sank where his neck met his shoulder, and her momentum sent him falling backwards. There was a bit of tumbling, the woman falling away from him, knife still embedded in him. He scrambled to his feet, and yanked the knife free. Now that it wasn't in his flesh though, nothing was stopping the blood from leaving his body. Realizing that he had very few options left, he leapt upward toward the rift, getting his upper body through it. And for a brief moment he hung through it, as if climbing over a wall, being supported by the magical edge of the portal. He pulled himself through and tumbled over the other side. 

The squire that had been thrown earlier, rushed over to the portal, holding his own damaged ribs, looking down at Megumi, [color=f6989d][i][b]"I'm going through. The superiors will want the body, and any information we can get from the other side. If we're quick, we can get back before it closes, I think. Join me?"[/b][/i][/color] It was incredibly stupid, incredibly foolhardy, but the knights were the richest organization around. Who knew what they might pay handsomely for?