The admin cuts an impressive figure atop that horse. His dog's jaw slacks at the sight before righting itself. Standing up straight, sighing in relief, he sees that the legendary monsters have decided to leave them alone. Details on the mission are foggy at best. Delivering supplies. Cutting anything in their way. It's always the same mission. Particulars change, but the song remains the same.[break]
He's just happy to be here with the man. Other grunts whisper about something ruinous. They pull him into the rumor mill, ask him questions he doesn't understand, prod him for information.[break]
None of that matters to him. What matters is that someone he cares about needs him, and so he will paint the world red for them if that's how it has to be.[break]
"You mind if I catch a ride? It's hard to keep up on foot. I'm not as quick as these guys." Pointing up to the three swaying Kartana, they all laugh like his words are the funniest things they've heard in a long while.

Short though this dog may be, his body is athletic from years of training. A jump plants him upon the legendary pale steed's back. Seated behind his boss, he clings to him the way a child might cling to a parent. There's apprehension and warm in the touch, a quiet assurance that he isn't alone. No matter what demons might grip at the blade's mind, a loyal dog prowls the edge of the darkness. If they would come for him, then they must contend with a creature that would allow himself to burn before he would see that blade taken.[break]
"My report is that this place sucks. Lotsa the bigwigs from the League're here. Most of 'em are bunched up in a big group headin' for the center. Recognize plenty of faces from the files." Faces like FERNANDO SILPH, ollie morales, or freya morningstar. This dog does not know their names. Even held at bladepoint, he would not get a single syllable correct.[break][break]
"And there's strong Pokemon out the wazoo. Heatrun. Those weird paradox things."

Once more, the cold seeps in. This creature hates the cold. He has since he was little. Cold. Fear. Hunger. Before being forced into the all too human world of the Hasegawa, those base things were the only hatreds he understood. Instinctively, he leans back against the taller man. Better to guard against the cold, and guard him. With a honedge in hand, and three kartana flying around them, he prepares for what's to come.[break][break]
"Yeah, I fought the guy." The name sounds familiar. "The guy who's friends with Grouhog, right? I remember his picture. Bastard killed my Samurott." A rare trace of venom drips from his lips with the words.

"I tried." And he did. This ignorant creature has bared his fangs against many powerful monsters. He has done everything in his power to carry out this battle, for the glory of Rocket. Yet his best was not enough. He was sent running by that monster. His tail was tucked between his legs. Paradox Pokemon almost killed him. A snarl threatens the edge of the dog's lips before his sword brother.[break][break]
"I'm still not good enough." Sadness and anger mingle at the words. "That bastard and all the rest...they killed almost every Pokemon I have." A slight tilt of his head towards the three Kartana. "'Cept these guys. Senpai...it really sounds like you hate that guy."

"Then I promise." The dog says with the conviction of an animal. "I'll kill him for ya one day. Him and his dumb Grouhog too. I already did it once in that computer sim you guys ran." And it almost cost him everything. Almost every Pokemon brought into that simulation to fight Groudon died, including the Kingambit that landed the final blow.[break][break]
"Anyone that'd hurt you's my enemy." There's grim humanity to his words, quickly dismissed and forgotten.[break][break]
"...wow. This horse is fast. I think we're almost there." He observes, taken out of his reverie by Spectrier and its abilities. "This really feels like the horse a samurai would ride back in the day."