You barely hear yourself screaming over the horrid, all-consuming noise that comes not from the pigeon but all around you, a thousand nails being pounded through your skull and twisted around in between your synapses. After an unbearable amount of time, it ceases all at once, thick silence draping itself over you and crushing you under its weight. You lay on the ground, curled in on yourself, shuddering, tears spilling from your eyes as you choke on tears and mucus.
So Skybox didn't like that. You feel Its presence disappear, and with it, the pigeons.