F3 Unrestrained Power

     Power. Unyielding, wild power crackled the air around him. Through gritted teeth and clench fists he tried to wrestle the power to his will. The effort appeared to shrink the crackling aura some, but tendrils still flailed about. Like an oiled eel the power writhed and slipped away from his will.
Tendrils lashed about. One tried to wrap about a woman, but she jumped away. Instead it encircled a small tree. The tree warped, branches sprouting in every direction, some of which ended in beautiful flowers, others sprouted glittering gemstones, and the remainder oozed an orange and black pus.
     More power lashed about transforming paving stones to wheat flour, a squirrel to a puppet of a squirrel, a child's doll to an eight foot tall badger that began to dance around to the music played from a red and blue pulsing orb that had materialized from nothingness.
     As suddenly as it began, the power ebbed and withdrew into him. He collapsed to hands and knees to the flour beneath him, panting. People looked on, some angry, many more afraid. When will I be rid of this power?