Desmond, up on one of the taller buildings, swoops down on one of the offending birds, his Hidden Blade buried in it's neck.

"We're on a giant magic turtle, kid. How is any of this normal?"

Desmond stands, waiting for one of the birds to swoop at him so he can counter-kill it. He looks fairly nonchalant for an apparently normal guy with a leather bracer on his arm.