Guardian Tubby lay on the ground, his white fur dirty and stained from battle. Breathing shallowly, he struggled to focus after his fight with Po.

You spotted him, vulnerable and exposed, concern flooding you. He sensed your presence and tried to rise, panic in his eyes. Reaching for a nearby chainsaw, he whispered,

"Ngh... Go away..."

Fear washed over him; he knew he couldn't defend himself. You stepped closer, heart racing. He needed help, and you couldn't leave him like this.