James ducked instinctively at the birds, shifting out of their position to avoid the snakes. He got pecked anyway, birds temporarily crowding his face, and he felt something curl around his ankle. He transformed temporarily, bucking the snakes from his hooves and using the span of his antlers to divert the birds, trusting his friends to cover him; his transformation was cue enough for dividing their efforts, he was sure. He was a moving target, anyway, moving faster as a stag than a human.
With four feet, he crushed the snakes easily. The birds presented a larger problem, though a few of them had fallen to the ground from the impact of his antlers. He transformed back and sent a blast of fire and Impedimenta in quick succession at what remained of the flock.