He glanced at her, gritting his teeth. Mamoru hated to admit it, but she was right -- she wouldn't be any safer outside. At least if she was here, he could watch her back.

Like when she lunged for the knife. Two of the birds had been stunned, but there were four left, and all of them were flying right at her. Mamoru leapt into the way, eyes narrowed against beaks and claws, and seized one bird in each hand, getting one by the wing and one by the leg. He swung them around and slammed them into the counter, and they went limp. Mamoru wasn't sure if they were stunned or dead, and didn't care. He turned around, looking for the two left, and for Vanessa -- had she managed to grab the knife?