It was easy to chase away the last few with flares. It seems the smell women-birds didn't like being set on fire. Also, probably something that makes them smell bad was highly flammable.

He hovered in the air a bit, wings flapping to cover the rockets helping to keeping him aloft.

"I was flying up there." He pointed to about the forty story mark. "I then got attacked by a feathered ass falling on me."