[The green glow behind his blindfold narrowed as he tried to squint the best his ruined eyes would allow. Still, he couldn't make out the shape of the stranger, it was just some blurry mess. He began to wonder if it was the power that made him so, or perhaps he was just getting old. Ugh. That was a terrible thought.]

Then temperamental intruders need to learn how to not poke the proverbial bear. [He has absolutely no right saying this. Literally none. He spends his entire life poking proverbial bears.] If they cannot smarten up and deal with their surroundings accordingly then that is natural selection at its finest.