Robin stared at the portal as he made his way along toward it. His supplies were all he could muster togethor, lacking quite a bit in comforts and provisions. This didn't bother him however, for he'd brought the most important supply of all, a dozen copies of the Sacred Texts of Aquas. The rumours said the other world was very much like their own. Because of this, Robin was convinced their two realms could come to an understanding.<br/><br/>As the Champions began moving through the portal, Robin took a moment to adjust his collar, staring into the swirling distortion. That moment was all the hesitation he allowed himself however, as he confidantly strode through to the other side.<br/><br/>He expected some kind of disturbing transition from one world to another as his body was shifting somehow in a manner he did not understand, but the trip was over so quickly he almost thought he'd made some kind of mistake. The battle that met his eyes on the other side washed away any doubts quickly enough however. He stared at the creatures of the other world, the battle was a tragedy, for there was no sense in fighting, but it was Robin's first glimpse of the races that would hopefully become his new converts.<br/><br/>Robin expected this world to be different from his own, and so he took no notice of the corruption just yet, muffling the impression as just how this world was.<br/><br/>The voice of the centaur jarred him out of his revelry and he listened to his words, nodding, "It is true that many champions have come before us, but it is my belief that they did not use the right kind of strength. For surely no world would willingly yield before destructive force? I will be the first to admit that if that is what you measure the champion by I am weak. No... I hope to save this world through faith."<br/><br/>His attention focused solely on the centaur for the time being, Robin did not take notice of the other champions working up their nerve around him.