grin and bear it

They work well together, actually. Dread is hulking, a massive creature, though he was only a yearling. He snarls, rages at the bear, feeling his inhibitions get farther and farther from him. Hackles up, making himself look as large as possible. Divide and conquer, split the bear's attention, and do their best to confuse and rebuke it. They could do this. They had this under control, at least as far as Dread was concerned. Still, the boy winced as the bear struck out at Pyrite. She was small, and thankfully hard to catch but it was high risk, high reward. His heart pounded in his chest. He is a sentinel, a guardian. She couldn't get hurt in this, he wouldn't allow it.

They could drive the bear off. They could drive him back. With gnashing teeth and a snarl in his chest, the yearling continued his assault. Relentless. He had to be relentless. Forcing his chest and shoulder into the predator, he grabbed what he could in terms of flesh, in terms of skin and fur. Dread was nothing if not brave, couldn't fault him for trying. It was unlikely they could take the thing out, but they could at least force him off. Force the bear out, never to return to the Armada again. That, and he'd keep the girl giving him a hand safe. He'd keep them all safe.

Dread would save them all.
"Dread Fatalis"