fighter // john murphy

{ this is your war }

location: azgeda, atlanta's room in the morning.

"Gyon Op" Roan said as soon as he opened the door of Atlanta's room.

"Gyo- what?" Atlanta grumbled. She was clearly awake now.

"Stand up, Rise, whatever you want, we need your help."

"Why?" Murphy asked, standing up.

"Not yours. Hers." Roan replied looking at Atlanta and Atlanta frowned. "I sent Echo and Ontari to get your people and now we are missing 2 warriors."

"And that means..."

"The mountain men are coming in less than 1 hour to kill our people. We're at war with them and you know how to fight -" Atlanta, obviously, interrupted him.

"Hod op." She replied to him, raising an eyebrow and he looked at her surprised, just like Murphy did. "I know a few things." Atlanta looked at him, standing up. "This is your war, not mine."

"First, nice Trigedasleng. Second, you want to save Wells and you want to survive? You will help us." Roan sighed and he opened the wardrobe as he looked at Atlanta. "Choose your clothes and weapons. I'll come in 5 minutes to get you."

Roan left the room but he also left Atlanta shocked. Murphy stood up and he closed the wardrobe. Atlanta nodded her head as she starts to take her clothes.

"You don't have to do this, Atlanta" Murphy said.

"I do." She pulled him away from the wardrobe and she picked some Azgeda clothes. [ check the media to see what clothes did she choose. ]

"You're going to risk your life, Atlanta. Again."

"I'm trying to save Wells, you and me." She looks at him, as she puts the small daggers on her boots, hiding them. She put a knife on her belt and she grabbed a crossbow. "How do I look?"

"Only your hair braided to look like a full Azgeda warrior." Murphy said and Atlanta could tell he wasn't happy while he said that.

"I'm not a warrior, Murphy. Or Azgeda's." She bounced her hair and she made some parts of her hair braided.

"You sure about that?" He glanced over her and she looked away from him.

"Which one? Warrior? Or Azgeda?"

"Both." Murphy crossed his arms.

"No." She said quietly and Roan entered the room, followed by a girl that almost every Skaikru would recognize.

"Atlanta?" The blonde girl asked. - She wasn't wearing Azgeda clothes, she was still using Skaikru ones.

"Glass?" Murphy interrogated, looking at the blonde girl. Atlanta saw tears on his eyes and on Glass's, which made her frown.

"Murphy?" Atlanta asked.

"Oh, I see you already know each other." Roan said. "You're ready?" He looked at Atlanta who nodded slowly.

"Atlanta -" Glass got closer as Atlanta put the sword on the other side of her belt.

Atlanta's eyes were on fire. She looked at Glass with the same eyes that once before hated her, so Glass understood it would be better if she back off. Roan looked at Atlanta, mystery on his eyes and a little smirk too.

"You better watch out, Glass. I may be vindictive." Atlanta said low to her.

"Glass will stay here watching Murphy." Roan said and Murphy rolled his eyes.

"As much as I love Glass's company, I don't want anyone as my babysitter." He looked at Roan.

"I wasn't asking," Roan said.

"Ste kefa." Murphy said low, once he pulled Atlanta to a corner of a room. "What does it mean? You were saying it on your sleep last night."

"Be careful." She said low.

"Then... ste bloody kefa." Murphy mumbled and Atlanta nodded her head, smiling gently. "We'll talk later about Glass."

"I don't want to." She shrugged and she looked at his eyes and he figured what she was trying to say.

" You too." He said low and Atlanta nodded, letting go of his hand.

Roan looked at her and she bounced her head, walking out with him.

"Why did you sent Echo and Ontari to get my people?" She asked, walking to the battle field with him.

"To make sure they would come, either if they believe us or not." Roan looked at her.

"They better not hurt them or I'll make sure Echo and Ontari won't be even able to know Azgeda is under attack." Atlanta replied in a cold way which made Roan smile.

"You've got anger inside you, Atlanta. That's what makes you good to a leader. And a warrior."