oh me, oh my, a bear

The bear gurgled and groaned. There was something... up with that thing. Something unsettling, something off. There was something off about the whole situation, but Erik wasn't going to let those thoughts get the best of him. He wasn't going to allow it, not this time. He had other things to worry about-- namely the bear before him. Why had the bear been fleeing? What was wrong, here? What was the shifting in the ground? Erik snarls as the bear's paw makes contact with his shoulder. The pain is searing, the bear's claws leaving torn flesh in their wake. He's bleeding, but that's just as well. Let him bleed for what he's about to do.

Erik forces his way forward, pressing with all his weight and all his might into the bear. Snarling and savage, he's going to do harm. Real harm. He's going to kill this predator, take it down without losing control. Control. Without losing control of himself or the situation. Without losing control of himself. There is something in this boy, a berserker. Erik can feel the rage begging to escape, begging to be set free. This is what happens when you're filled with pent up bad feelings. You take it out on something... appropriate. Something like this.

His gleaming teeth sink into what feels like a major blood vessel. It coats his tongue, coppery and hot. The bear was already fading, and now, even faster. Erik drives decidedly into the creature, finally knocking it to the ground.
"Speech"