The questing beast hisses at Strange as he approaches, its mouth still clamped around Ignatius's wrist, and its hooves pushing down on his chest. Still, combat against the carnival is on hold, so it won't attack - for now. Still, it is a bit awkward having the thing looming over the two of them as Strange tries to offer some kind of assistance.

Ignatius is in no place to do much of anything at the moment, short of trying to use his domain to destroy everything in sight. There are, he assumes, multiple kinds of venom swirling through his body at the moment - he can feel it eroding his mind and body, making it harder to recover from his terrible wounds. When he sees Strange, it's through a halo of visual static.

"Wizard," he says, mouth filled with bloody black muck as the wounded parts of his body slowly dissolve into useless, unshaped magical energy. "I told you to leave..."

And then he snorts because, despite being so attached to his identity as a soldier, Strange is incredibly bad at following orders. Yet, his presence at least forces Ignatius to keep focused on what is happening, hearing the two Ringmasters argue it out with an increasing feeling of distaste.

"Ringmaster," he coughs out, raising his voice. "I swear... if I end up being the one to most stalwartly protect your kin in these last moment..." He manages a bit of a mocking grin, even through the pain. "Your memory really will be nothing but a joke."

Unfortunately, the questing beast apparently doesn't like allowing Ignatius to talk in this state, and takes that an invitation to bite down and finish tearing off the lower half of the limb clenches between its jaws. Ignatius screams again, but more muffled this time, actively holding back.