Was it right place at the wrong time or wrong place at the right time for Yujin? It seemed like she had a way to keep getting into trouble of some sort. It was probably her own fault, with her damned martyr streak not letting her just leave things be.

It's how she found herself out in the fire, woefully unprepared but still willing to do what she could. It was hot, hot enough to remind her of the ash and rot from Kanto, but she had always been good to pushing that aside until later. She would need a drink tonight.

"Prix, Rain Dance!" The Marill was barely out of her ball before she started to shimmy and sway, eyes glowing blue as concentrated rain clouds started to grow overhead. It wouldn't be enough on it's own to put the fire out but it would help. "Now Bubblebeam!" The blue mouse took a deep breath and did what she could with her stream of bubbles; it certainly wasn't close to what a Hydro Pump could do.

Which, in her efforts to halt this herself, Yujin didn't notice the weird cosplayer right away. It wasn't until she happened to see the attack out of the corner of her eye that she noticed him at all.

"Hey!" Her voice carried over the flames and she rushed for him, figuring if he was fighting them that two heads would be better than one. Even if he was dressed weird. A sudden cry made her skid to a halt, head jerking to the side.

"Robo-dude! I think there's a kid in there! Cover me!" Which is all she barks out before charging off into the flames.