The last few trees that acted as a feeble palisade between bear and ponies didn’t hold for much longer. Just like a giant scythe, a blue claw annihilated the evergreens before anypony had the chance to yell: “Timbeeeer!” A colossal head with two enraged eyes soon replaced the deceased pines, vision locked on three measly prey that really overstayed their welcome on this plane of existence.