Point-of-View: Aurora Pretorius
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What...what is this? All of sudden, I...I feel completely different. There was an eerie calmness about me, and an instinctive clarity about what I needed to do. In a swift, fluid motion, I spun my spear across and flung it straight towards the bear like an arrow, piercing into its shoulder and eliciting a deafening roar of pain from it.
My fingernails then extended into claws, it felt strange and unfamiliar, but at the same time, it felt perfectly natural to me...it was hard to put into words, exactly. I then found myself racing towards the bear on all fours, who swung its arm at me with a pained snarl as I closed in.
But its movements looked so slow to me now, and I easily ducked underneath it, before spearing it through the neck with my claws, and then swiftly pulling my hand out and springing back, getting some distance.
