Ira raised an eyebrow, but the tune had the similar effect that others like it did back home. So, he'll take it. He's a little annoyed that the wind spell did practically nothing except perhaps blind the beast, but... That's it. Maybe if a cliff was nearby...

Ira smirked faintly, before committing to it and casting Aero again. No one needed healing, and he doubted whacking it with two sticks would help matters any. He's got your back, white chocobo friend.