[b]Kamina[/b]

So apparently the Fire Types that they fought before underwater (even Kamina had trouble comprehending why a Fire Type would willingly go underwater, and that's saying something. Okay, so he was a Fire Type too. However, he was a Water Type first, so unlike every other Fire Type in existence, he didn't find the water scary. Sure, he lost a lot of power underwater, but he sure as hell made up for it with the mobility he got) weren't evil, they were just stupid for trying to save the world by doing something that could be interpreted as an act of terrorism without letting the local authorities know what was going on. Alright fine, so Hanlon's Razor was in effect, Kamina could understand that. However they weren't completely sure that those two had been telling the truth, so they were now going to go through this portal to...somewhere, to confirm their story. Although there was a problem; mainly that wherever this portal led, was a place that could harm someone there without the proper protection, kind of like a Fire Type underwater. But this charm thing was supposed to offer some measure of protection, and apparently Kamina was the one who needed it the most. Sounds simple enough. "Onwards to adventure!" Taking the charm, Kamina Splashed his way into the portal

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[b]Tini[/b]

He expected that he was going to hurt Bonnie with his attempt to save her, and while he didn't like that, he could live with it. After all; you can't cauterize a wound or but a bone back into it's proper socket without causing some pain. What he couldn't live with was that his attempt to save her seemed to cause more harm the good. When he saw the pain his minty breezes caused her (despite the fact that he only aimed one of them at her, and that one only grazed her), his little Dratini heart broke. His eyes started to tremble and water as tears fell down his face. It was a sight that could give even the most cold hearted monster sympathy feels. At that point, poor Tini felt utterly disgusted with himself. Even taking into account the part of his life where he was living on borrowed time, it was easily the lowest point of his entire life, at least to him. Low enough to cause the little minty hero of coo-I mean justice to question whether or not he was really worthy of the life that lord Xerneas gave him.

...So it's a damn good thing that he has the attention span of a newborn baby. Once the Muk started to attack, he [i]completely[/i] forgot the last minute of existential crises that he had just gone through because hey; there were big meany heads that needed to be fought "Fairy Wind!" he cried as yet another sweet smelling gale was launched from his tiny body, this time at an enemy