It really won't take that long - individual birds fall in one or two sharp sweeps of the greatsword, leaving feathers and blood clinging to it. Fray does seem to notice that she chooses to hang around, from the brief glance the helm makes back in her direction, but the birds have most of his attention.

As happens when you have an overlevelled character dealing with low levelled mobs, the birds don't last. A distinct aura of bloodlust remains in the air around Fray, red flecks visible out of the corner of the eye, but he seems satisfied for the time being.

Returning the sword to its place on his back, he pulls the helm off to wipe the sweat from his face as best he can. "All well back there?" he asks before turning her way.