It was far too slow. The bear hardly had to duck to slip into the garage. Still, now it had oil drums and stacks of tires in its way.

Homie swung an arm and made a tire tip off its pile and fall toward the bear, only for it to bat it out of the air. His power had barely been able to lift that much. He had to stall for time.

“Come here, ugly!” he called out as he set the laptop and its bag atop a tool chest.

The bear complied, rushing through tool trays and knocking over parts as it moved across the garage. Homie kept pushing at his power as he ran a circle around the back end of the room. There were a couple of cars parked there that served as great cover the bear couldn’t weave around as quickly as he could.

As Homie’s power finally started to fill the room in full and become more concentrated, he began pushing back against the bear while searching for something, anything, he could use to scare the creature off.

Unfortunately, there weren’t any loaded hunting rifles tucked away for him to use.

The bear was getting a lot closer than he wanted when his power brushed against something he thought might help.

Each side of the lift holding up the truck in the middle had emergency release valves on it. They were big and heavy, and would spill out the fluid in the hydraulic jacks, but they needed to be undone by wrench.

There were plenty of those around.

Homie jumped onto the hood of a car, hopped over a swiping paw, and ran toward the far end of the garage while two wrenches flew across the room, unnoticed by the bear, and started to undo the hoses.

He ran under the pickup, grabbed a random tool from a rack, kicked a safety stand out from under the truck, then flung the tool back with a bit of guidance from his power so it rapped the bear on the head.

“Come at me!” he roared.

By then the mechanics were long gone, though there was someone panting and bent over double by the little office.

The bear smiled toothily at him and charged across the room.

The wrenches finished their work and the hoses came loose just as Homie pressed the down button with his power.

The bear’s eyes went wide a moment before two tons of rusty old pickup came crashing down atop it.

“Boom!” he cheered.

The bear roared again, but it was pinned down nice and good. Still, one surprisingly long arm came out from under the truck, and if it wasn’t for Homie’s power telling him it was coming, it would have swiped him off his feet.

“Yeah, you stay there,” he said. The bear didn’t sound happy with that, but it didn’t have a choice.