Beach, Riolu's POV

The two of us watch as the thieves bolt into the nearby cave. The Buneary, who's still shivering, sits down on the sand. She looks despondent, and tears are starting to form in her eyes. I don't know who she is, but something about the tears get to me. I feel like I need to help out, so I walk over to her. The best place to start, obviously, is to figure out the source of the problem.

"Hey… what's wrong?"

She looks at me, sniffling a bit.

"That was my personal treasure. It means everything to me."

This causes a bit of confusion.

"So… why aren't you going after them?"

She sniffles again.

"Are you kidding? I'm a Buneary! I can't fight… I'd just get thrashed."

A thought pops into my head.

"Well… what if I came with you? That would even the odds a bit. Plus, Riolu are built to fight. While we would be at a major disadvantage individually, we'd be much stronger fighting as a team."

She blinks.

"You, uh… you really think so?"

I nod. Clearly, she needs a good bit of courage.

"Yeah! So what if you don't have raw attack power? Pure damage doesn't win fights. Instead of looking at what you can't do, focus on what you can."

She pauses for a moment, her face pensive, then looks at me.

"You really think I can fight?"

I grin.

"Of course! You just have to look beyond raw power. What can you do?"

She thinks for a moment.

"Well… I'm fast."

There we go. Now she's thinking.

"Perfect. Use that. Take a few quick swings, then back off before your foe can retaliate."

She nods, with a look of determination in her eyes.

"Alright. Let's do this! I'm gonna get my treasure back! You wanna join?"

I just smile and nod.

The Buneary smiles, and we descend into the cave, in hot pursuit of the Zubat and Koffing.