"Great," Cilen thought.

All that running around just made it even more mad. The situation was getting worse by the second. His chest felt like molten lava as his chest heaved up and down and the rest of his body refused to listen to him. In a moment of desperation, Cilen did something, the only thing he could do, he opened his mouth and spoke to the panther.

" Um... look here panther," he began.

"I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding..."

The panther paused and stared blankly at him and for a second. Cilen was certain that he saw it tilt it's head in amusement, almost like it just witnessed a fish that suddenly learned how to speak.

"Um ..." he continued

The panther gave him an expression that looked like it said, go on...

"Well you see, I don't really belong on this planet... " as he paused and collected his breath. He needed a plan. Something to help get rid of the panther.

Making some noise and pray that an equally threatening monster comes along? Clever, but Cilen doubted he had enough energy to even talk, much less yell.

Burning the whole clearing? Interesting, but he didn't want to die with the freaking thing. Besides, the rain from yesterday didn't exactly make the grass easy to light.

The only potential solution, the element of uncertainty, the reason why he ended up in this damn clearing in the first place, the floating purple LED spitting out bolts of electricity.

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He had ZERO clue what it did, but for some reason, he felt a strange resonance to the lightning that was spewing out of it. As crazy as it sounded, It was almost like he could touch it and redirect it to wherever he willed.

"Ok, we're going off on our feeling now..."

That alone, summed up the hopeless situation that Cilen was currently in. So desperate that his only hope was an ill-founded, delusional, mystery sensation that he was unsure if it came from the depths of his imagination.

By now, the panther had gotten bored of his delirious blabbering. It had lost interest in his nonsense and he was back to square one. It was do, or die.

Concentrating to send out a stream of energy, Cilen willed it to attempt to tug on the lightning, raining on the ground. He mentally pulled, no avail. He tried again, No response. Sending out stream after stream of energy yielded no result...

The panther was ever so close now. Sending out that energy had exhausted him even more. So much so that he was now shaking like the legs of a newborn faun. Though Cilen wasn't really sure if it was from the fear or his lack of energy.

A last-ditch effort. A final resort. If this didn't work, he was panther late night snack.

He pictured that there was a generator in the center of his chest, whirling, constantly spinning. Right now it was in overdrive, rotating furiously as he relentlessly depleted his energy reserves and sent it outwards to the source of the lightning, the giant, purple floating ball.

The panther was looming over him now. It's jaws moist with saliva, as 800 pounds of lean predator muscle tackled him to the ground. Cilen sensed that his stream of energy had made a connection. The panther seemed to have sensed something too. It's eyes widened in disbelief and as if realizing something, snarled and raised its paw to swipe at his face.

The swipe was fast. But the lightning was even faster.

Before he even had a chance to register what was happening,

BOOM!

The lightning struck the panther squarely in the chest, sending it flying back into trees that lined the edges of the clearing. Cilen was too tired to see what had transpired. The moment the lightning had connected, he was out. Cold.