The bear was cowering with fear in your arms, covering his face with his tiny pudgy paws. You lower your pointing fist and stare at it, shocked at your own words. 'What the heck am I doing, why am I threatening this little guy?' You think frantically. The cub peeks his head out from his arms raised like a shield. He spots you, your face contorted with confusion as you try to get ahold of yourself. The cub didn't know what you were doing, but it looked like a sign of weakness, and any kind of that is a gateway to freedom. He squirms again, puching with all his minscule might to push your hand away. Your other fist tightens again and you wag your finger menacingly.
His eyes widen again. And you massage your forehead with your free hand. You had suddenly gotten a major splitting headache. You felt as though your head was about to split along your forehead. Falling victim to another rage of terror. Deep within you, in the bowels of your brain, a dark deep voice whispers: "Let me handle this..."
"Grandpa?" Your final words were, before your body is overcome with a great deal of pain and you drop the cub. He continues to stare in awe at your twisting form in an explosion of eerie green light. The cub was frozen on his tiny bum as the clearing suddenly went dark as a sudden eclipse. The only source of light right now was the eerie green light that seemed to spawn from your watch.