Will hid behind a tower, arming his shotgun. Hopefully the giant chicken shit would come near him so that he could blast it to bits. Or if he had to, jump on top of it, hold on for dear life and cut it's brain out with his knife, the latter would cause injury.

But it'd be epic.

No, survival and practical came first. He aimed his shotgun at a certain point, waiting for the oversized bird to fly by. "Going on over watch."