The only person that did not scream was, apparently, the Svefra. Of course, she jumped and started backwards a bit, it was only natural. The man was obviously off the deep end of all things natural with one foot in Crazytown and the other just shy of Totally Sane, Sylira.
When he started to run and someone shouted that he needed to be stop, Edreina acted without thinking. Powerful legs propelled her forward and then up, onto the birdman's back so that her arm could lock around his neck. Not even a tick was wasted wondering why the man needed to be stopped (as if it was not quickly apparent). The young Svefra trusted the word of others and her own instincts this time.
As he started to flail and make sounds not entirely human, she adjusted her grip, locking the inside of her elbow around his windpipe and then using her other hand to hold her wrist so that the hold would be tighter. Long, limber legs flailed like a dolls as she was shook about by the stubborn brute. Apparently, his legs were not the only things to have gained a birdlike quality. Normally smiling lips were pulled tight in a grimace as she tightened her arm, hoping to subdue the man or knock him unconscious. Her form was far from refined, but it was meant to accomplish a reasonably simple task.
As the fight drug on, probably having lasted about three entire ticks now, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his, hoping to trip him up or to knock him off balance. Another strange cry rent the library, and a frustrated Edreina shouted right back, imbuing her voice with Djed, "Just go down, you stupid petcher!" There was a natural tinge of anger to her voice, but more than that she attempted to convey how hopeless his situation, how soon he would be losing. Your fighting does not matter! Surrender!
Again, she adjusted her grip about his neck and, apparently, she had hit a sweet spot. After another breath, he started to slow and then finally stilled, wobbling in place. This may not have been entirely intelligent. The thought occurred the same instant that the world tilted and she found herself pinned beneath a very unconscious, very stinky birdman.
Looking up, she could see people staring at her oddly, as if she were one of the action heroes from the books in which their noses were so eagerly buried. But, a particular figure caught her eye. First he sees you running into a burning building, now tackling the crazy bird... He's going to think you're psychotic. Almost sheepishly, she extricated herself from beneath the unconscious man-bird-thing and grinned at Ignotus, hand rising to fluff her hair self-consciously. "Hello..." Ah, as verbose as ever when under pressure.
