He isn't. That's because they are chickens, after all, and what damage they can do probably won't amount to much. Granted, that's for a singular chicken and not a frenzied flock of them.

"How will that help?" he asks, since- Look, he's more a mage than melee but he also operates on the 'use as much force as possible and sometimes even more than necessary' strategy where he can.

He doesn't mind her hand being pulled way or even really notice. It was instinct, actually, to grab her in his run and she doesn't even realize how that was already quite out of character for him to begin with. Something told him to though, which- He doesn't dwell on overly much in the moment. "Can we even kill it?" It's taken her blasts like nothing and seems hellbent on getting them. "We should lead it - and them - back to the pen." Maybe familiarity will calm them the fuck down?