Octivian poked the silver blade he always had tucked away in his sleeve some were. It struck blood and the rabbit smiled sadistically as he put the blade back in it's place and removed his white cotton shirt and denim pants. replacing them with looser clothes with thick fabric and leather straps that were hidden in the 'armor' it made him look very gritty, especially when he covered his new equipment with belts and straps galore. In truth he was hoping that he would be able take equipment from the guards, thought mostly for himself it was also in the benefit of his crew. By striping the men of there pricey items and pawning them off to who ever he could, octivian made a large profit, giving cut to the rebellion to pay for all he could. walking out to signal he was ready with a simple wink of his whiskers he was taken back by the glowing sword. "what was that all about, your sword must be very special" he said almost drooling thinking about the money he could get pawning it off, thought he never would be able to bring himself to.He may be a thief and a great one at that, stealing for anyone anywere, the rebellion was off limits. Boulder had done something to him, mentally of course (unless you want to make some crap about him saving octivian) he was loyal to boulder, because he provided the one thing octivian was never presented in his life: friendship.