[As Xion steps forward, Regret lurches back out of the water in an uncoordinated stumble, head low, gaze fixed on the girl. What the zebstrika lacks in strength right now she's more than making up for in determination, doing her best to stalk aggressively towards the small black-clad trainer.

Really it'd work better if she wasn't so visibly tired.

She also doesn't get too far, stopped by nothing more than a hand on one soggy black and white leg. Xemnas doesn't need to hand out orders, she already knew she was supposed to be behaving. It had been a very long run, but she'd try anyway.]

Sometimes, child, when someone begs so much for a beating it is best to give them what they want.

[But not always.]

What would you suggest? Let him continue to run about doing as he pleases?

[There's no mistaking that Xemnas isn't going to consider that an option.]