Liz had her two swords strapped to her back just in case this went sour; there was a reason she always kept them under her bed and not on the weapons deck. She was on the opposite side of the stage from Squall, and threw her lasso at the beast's head as well, managing to snare it. She planted her feet, pulling the rope taut. She just hoped they could keep it down; at her size she could easily be flung right into the rafters if it decided to struggle too much.