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Iroh was sure he was about to die. He was never going to become a general, he wasn’t going to grow up, he was about to meet the lord Abraxas in the flesh. Wide eyes stared in horror as the bear began to charge towards him. Iroh was sure its eyes were red and its teeth at least a foot long. He was scared into silence as he attempted to retreat backwards, but his feet and his body refused to cooperate. The beast grew closer, its shining black fur streaking through the thicket at impressive speeds. Iroh didn’t give up, even though he couldn’t find his feet at least the bear wouldn’t get him from behind. He tried to remember the lessons Pyrrhic had given him about The Art of War but his mind was a blur as he lived his last moments.

”Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" Iroh successfully resisted the urge to look, but the bear did not. The moment of interruption was enough for Iroh to regain his paws as the creature took off after Zagan. The striped boy veered in the opposite direction, his breath coming in gasps and adrenaline racing through his veins as he realized he would live through the encounter. Now the boy was unsure what his next move might be, he should have stopped and called out for help. Iroh didn’t want Pyrrhic to think him a coward in the face of the bear.

First, he was going to have to get the bear off his brother’s tail. Iroh called out loudly, not so much in words but more a yell as his dark form shifted and made as much ruckus as his barrel bodied form could manage. ”Hey! Back over here!” He didn’t have as much luck as Zagan though. The bear barely flicked an ear at him when Iroh decided he needed to get closer, or more physical. He picked up his speed and yelled out again, this time only earning a swipe. The bear aimed for Zagan’s legs but couldn’t quite reach. It was enough to slow it down though.

Hey!” He called out again in addition to a deep growl as he raced towards the bear now. He didn’t know if he’d gone crazy or if he really was invincible as his paws carried him swiftly in the direction of danger. He was only lengths away when the bear decided he was the more amusing target, Iroh’s eyes went wide again as he took his turn in leading the bear off his brother. He shifted awkwardly, but managed not to trip over himself as he raced back the way he had come.

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