[Luckily for the red-clad mage, Ravus is so very willing to fight a creature. He is not happy to be here, so it is useful to have an outlet for his anger.]

Close your eyes, you fool! [He shouts as he charges at the cockatrice, sword drawn. A sword strike is enough to drive the creature back momentarily, though nowhere near enough to kill it or make it flee.]

Its eyes can petrify you. Unless you'd prefer to be a statue, do not look at it directly.