He sighs...
"What are we going to do Powl..."
Rubbing the top of it's hard head, ice cubes began to form out of thin air!
"And I have no way to fight..."
...
\Ok then, shoot!/
\I'll give you a weapon!/
...
...
Powl couldn't believe his luck...
It's owner managed to act so pitiful that they were given something by an unknown existence...
...
Let him die already...