"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, thank you very much." I boldly quoted from the 'bibe,' or some fantasy TV show from 'humen' times. "If someone's dead... well, I saved the lives of everyone else around." I told Hex, who was bravely trying to pick out the electricity-filled water to find her own team mate. A sense of remorse peaked through my denial tone. [i]Why, Davis, why? You got me dragged into this bloody adventure, and I've already incapacitated at least 20 others.[/i] The ocean seemed as quiet as the floating fishes, the whole sea dying down and only minor splashes impacting the walls of the cave, and occasional arcs slapped the air with sound. Echoes could be heard from the silence. My droning could now be heard with little trouble, as well as everyone else's squeaky and protagonist-like voices. "Finally; we can hear each other properly. God bless all those uncivilised Pokemon who flapped their fins and slapped their tentacles into the ocean, 'cause they were deafening." The little remorse was as much as it could get. Heck, I had to learn it myself, because Davis wasn't really good with emotions. 

...was that why he left? He thought friends meant nothing? Did this spread to me in some way? I tried to float over the calm sea whilst trying to keep my head not down, but up. Yet, my team mates were in trouble and expecting some help from this 'General Goom.' Being a part of a team meant I had to work with them, not think of them as another number. Ironically, I was only saving them so I would have more help finding Davis. However, the difference between them and me was that their friends actually stuck around.

 Already pissed at the events of today, yesterday, and the last few bloody weeks, I had reached into the water full of sand and iron particles, drawing in most of the electricity into me and making sure I wouldn't explode. "Alright; I'm sorry for getting your friends possibly killed, for some attempt to save everyone else I know. Would you do the same?" I asked, rhetorically to some unaware guild/team members.

At the end of it (somewhere around 10 long, awkward seconds), I was glowing yellow and letting cracking arcs every few milliseconds. Mostly aesthetic, really, but I had managed to draw most of the electricity out. Plus, I felt like letting go of something. "Oi, you!" I shouted and pointed, my command echoing off walls and being absorbed by the water. I was trying to the enemy to stare at me, but... it didn't work, because... well, you could tell if they had a name like that, then their arrogance would blind them. "Oh for Arceus' sake." And that day, I slowly floated over to the scuffle where our Snivy leader was getting owned, parallel to me zapping a stray shiny Shellos towards the glittering walls. (Again, what was with that guy!?) I was mad now, and obviously I couldn't take it out on someone as innocent as Hex.

So, I was facing Goom, who was keeping an eye on... everything. He was spinning and blurting odd words. "General... Boom!" With those words came another thunder shock from only a few meters away. This time, six separate dancing rays cascaded into each other, forming three wider and more violent shuffling of electrons in the air. The final one combined turned into a beam, still crackling but otherwise killing you with looks alone. This all happened at once, a flashing image that soon faded away...

Despite this, I calculated a low amount of damage to come. After all, I didn't feel too empowered by the electricity in the sea, and dragons were resistant to electricity. Then again, sometimes my calculations were off...