Syrlya's equally at a loss of words as the Ringmaster charges and is so immediately defeated. Destroyed. He knows this feeling in his chest, of being small, helpless, cornered. The Huntsman isn't the first enemy to crush hope.

He doesn't have a plan to survive, but in a second he's back in the center of the temple. He doesn't acknowledge anyone, while one half of a portal sets beneath his feet as he stares tensely ahead.

And the next second he teleports out again, only a couple feet from Strange and Ignatius. He holds his blade up as the other side of the portal lights both ends up to give members of the carnival a chance to retreat.

"Get back to the temple!" This few can't hold the line out here against the hunt. They need to gather and retreat--somehow they have to get out of this realm entirely. "Take the portal and go!"

He can't exactly go claim everyone personally, so much ad hope they hear him and pay attention. Ignatius, though, is disabled. Syrlya doesn't have strong feelings about him, but he still formed a real alliance with the carnival and Strange is right there with the beast looming, so it's only right to protect him too.

With a flashbang of magic, two more fragile clones of Syrlya charge the questing beast to draw its attention. Syrlya himself moves to flank the side, already drawing up magic for an attack.