....Of course. One problem solved just creates a new issue to deal with.

But after his last encounter with the gyroshei, Conan had prepared. They might have been absurdly huge birds, but they were still birds. All he needed was a distraction.

He retrieves a whistle from his bag as he walks up behind the gyroshei. Taking a deep breath, he blows into the whistle, creating a unpleasantly shrill noise that grates on the ears of everyone in the area. Startled at the unpleasant sound, the gyroshei makes one last half hearted reach for Antarctite's hair before taking to the air and leaving.