since when do drunk bears wear glasses?

He could tell the little one was doing her best to help, but she was more of a hindrance than anything else, if he was being honest. He hauled and shoved, teeth gritting as he tried to keep his eyes on both the bear and the pup. Thankfully she was fast on her feet, managed to avoid getting hit as she grabbed onto its ear and bit down till the scent of blood filled the air. Hattori's nose wrinkled as he forced the bear down, making it drunkenly submit. All splooted out on the ground.

Slowly and with wobbly limbs the bear ambled to its feet and wandered off, accepting its loss with as much grace as a drunken bear could.

Hattori turned his focus to the pup next, scowling slightly. "You shouldn't be here."