Brent, caught up in the moment of a new arrival and Wyatt's awesome dodge a roll a throw, stares a moment too long. All of a sudden the demon pigeon is rounding theon them again, and boy does it look like it is angry. Gulping, he does the only thing he can think of. He plants his feet firmly and holds the sign up, point at the creature's swooping form.

[Actions taken: change stance, passive stab - 4]

It is a hit. Unfortunately, like Wyatt's, not deep enough to bring the creature down completely. Worse yet, it bowled Brent over and now he is staring down the beak of a very dangerous, if at least grounded, bird.

"Buckaw, dude?" He says with a weak smile.