[Something flies by, nearly hitting them, but crashing into the ground just about a foot away. He can't see that it's a branch with her on top of him, but he hears the impact. They are going to get really hurt out here. Chuck is going to get really hurt and all she wanted to do was protect her bees. People shouldn't get hurt for wanting to protect bees! It's not right. And that sense of justice in him is what stirs his powers to life.
He doesn't notice the cold, wetness soaking into his clothes. He barely notices the weight of her on top of him or the ache in his body from the impact. His eyes start to glow and his hair seems to grow. A more mature affect comes to his features and his tone—or it will once he speaks.
Another tree limb—a larger one comes hurling at them, but it doesn't strike them or the ground. It bounces off the sphere of energy now protecting them. It glows a faint blue and repels the hail and rain. He reaches out to touch Chuck's shoulder, to guide her up and off of him so that they may stand.]