Silverlight Terrace angry geese, a yummy feast or invincible beast

In any other scenario besides this one, Atticus would've been touched hearing a stranger repeat his words with such passion. This was no time to dwell, though, no, quite the opposite actually. He snapped his teeth around the goose'sn neck that nipped his tail and flung it around wildly before another bird bit his toes. "Ouch!"  He squealed, before throwing the goose clenched in his jaws into the snow. 

"Damn you! Damn you to hell!" The boy shouted before stomping his feet onto the body of toe-biter and locking his frosty eyes with the demonic orbs of this feathered beast. 

It had no fear. 

Being so frightened by its gaze he forced himself to clamp down on its chest with his canines and ripping its flesh, fearing his only chance to escape this devil bird was with its demise. It didn't take long for its friends to take notice and pile onto Atticus, nipping at his coat, ripping at fur.