[But sure, why not. Killing things is pleasant. Sebastian shrugs his shoulder - a cue for his black vulture friend, perched on said shoulder, to move outwards, to Sebastian's hand. Apparently Sebastian doesn't mind the claws at all.]
I'm afraid my arsenal of conventional weapons is somewhat depleted at the moment being, so...
[The vulture starts to glow and change shape the way all animal spirits do today, and Sebastian adjust his grip on it accordingly, then casts a glance at what he's holding...]