[Two seconds in, he realizes he's fucked up being this close. His fingers release the knife, and his other arm zips around to grab it instead. But by the time he raises it for a downward stab to her neck, she's gone, and a flood of crows spills over the top of him.] What the--!
[Using his shoulders, he hunches up, shielding his face with one arm as best he can. The other swings out with the knife, less to kill and cut and more to try to get the crows out of his personal space.] Cut out the parlor tricks and fight me! [The crows aren't letting up. He tucks and dives back through the doorway he stepped out of, rolling to a knee turned around.
Grabbing the door, he tries to slam it closed on the birds in case they follow.]
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[Using his shoulders, he hunches up, shielding his face with one arm as best he can. The other swings out with the knife, less to kill and cut and more to try to get the crows out of his personal space.] Cut out the parlor tricks and fight me! [The crows aren't letting up. He tucks and dives back through the doorway he stepped out of, rolling to a knee turned around.
Grabbing the door, he tries to slam it closed on the birds in case they follow.]