"Special powers...?" Pumbaa was thoughtful. Explaining that was always so awkward...

"Well...it's special all right...and...it's pretty powerful..." The warthog looked far more embarrassed than anything else, and he was feeling suddenly very self-conscious surrounded by all these people. He shuffled back and forth on his front legs a little, frowning a bit.

"I don't know how good it would be for fighting, though..." It would probably be a good idea to mention that before Flonne got any ideas like Timon had gotten...