[center][h2][color=2e3192]Indigo Samson[/color][/h2][/center]

Indigo would immediately stop speaking as Bo took to growling, and Maximillian took point between Indigo's shoes. Each of them covered a different direction. Indigo bent his arms and squinted, eyes darting to every point in his perspective. Even if there were Regime, it was unlikely that he would be able to see in this dim lighting. He'd have to reflex Sam's actions, and precisely at that. Maximillian remained quiet as ever, claws dug into the ground. His battle stance was low to the ground, an instinctual guard against being flipped and knocked. A low center of gravity made it more difficult for opposing pokémon to push Maximillian around. Downward facing spikes gave the Nidoran♂ even more traction in this regard, each one lightly scraping against the dirt, a baseball player rubbing his shoes in the dirt before a hit. Maximillian awaited orders, and Indigo awaited a sign.

Sam continued to speak, and Indigo raised an eyebrow in response. He inferred there weren't any Regime around if the man continued to exchange formalities. Who, or what, was out there then? Indigo's response was quick, practiced, [color=2e3192]"I've studied this path more times than I can count. If I wasn't okay with the odds being against me, I would've backed down before I started."[/color] Sam turned away, speaking to whoever his Growlithe had detected. A handy tool that fire dog was; he'd be an important asset for invading the city and night watches. Maximillian's large ears began moving about as sonar. Where Bo was capable in detecting smells, Maximillian could hear sounds. In more frequencies and farther away than any human could. Nidoran♂ were famous for their hearing abilities, something Indigo drilled into Maximillian's training. Maximillian's ears both faced the same direction as to where Sam was speaking, but he gave no queues as to a dangerous foe. Indigo straightened his arms, allowing them to float at his sides.

Upon the mentioning of being killed, something passed as an act so casual, Indigo bit the inside of his cheek. He rubbed it between his gritting teeth, mouth slightly agape. Indigo was on the Rebellion's side, that was certain, but how was that side defined? It apparently ranged from person to person, whereas Indigo took a non-lethal approach. He had encountered many Regime members and sabotaged their efforts, but never had he killed anyone. And he guessed Sam would, no, that he was going to. Or perhaps he had. And if Sam were to take the same approach to the Regime's pokémon... Indigo shook his head. He'd involuntarily began to hone in on the ground, losing focus of his physical state. An intolerance to neutrality, death to those who opposed the Rebellion, it was a bit much to handle of Sam's personality in one conversation. Sam was extreme, at the least, though some would say he had the qualities of being a strong leader. What kind of leader that was, Indigo would find out shortly, if a leader at all. He nodded. Indigo would go along for now. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe he'd tagged Sam for who he truly was in that forest. Indigo had one stipulation to add after scratching his chin for some time.

[color=2e3192]"We act and decide as equal members of the Rebellion. No vote usurps another."[/color] Indigo extended an open hand to properly greet his new ally, awaiting his response.