“Fuck.” Was all Chas managed at that instant, staring wide-eyed as the whole flock of birds decided to get real friendly with them. Needless to say, none of the three were necessarily keen on making their acquaintance, and he hastily stumbled back a step or two, as one bird dove straight for his hat.
…not on. Totally not on.
Hurriedly, he pressed one hand onto his hat - bad idea, the cannibalistic animal went for his hand instead, never mind his attempts at ducking below it, eliciting another “Fuck!” and some more colourful language from the boy. This wasn’t any good at all, and unlike Rain, he was less lucky when it came to finding a fitting ‘weapon’, so to speak.
For the time being Chas ended up swatting at the birds with his hat or barehanded instead, trying to keep them away from the parts of him that weren’t covered – mainly his face, for he’d decided he’d like to keep both his eyes, even though the birds seemed to disagree. And not up for negotiations, either.