"Who's watching the employees?!" Not Strange, obviously! He's not even going to entertain arguing about his decision to kill it instead while looking right now. This needs to be finished quickly.

Syrlya lets his shield slip off his arm and tosses his sword to the other hand before he lunges to grab the base of the wyvern's wing, holding tight to support himself as the tail just catches his legs and knocks his balance.

He needed to get down, anyway, and from a kneeled position he thrusts his blade to stab it through the opening in the neck he's made, cutting up vertically to shred muscle and bone within the throat.