fighter // john murphy

{ maunon fraga }

Atlanta was training the last moves with Roan before everything blown up. When the mountain men arrive to Azgeda, there will only be chaos. Roan looked at her, trying to understand the look on her face but it was quite impossible.

"You're like this because Glass is alive?" 

"I'm normal." She replied harshly, dodging from his sword.

"Don't tell me Murphy is the guy she used to talk about." Roan said, almost in a nauseous way, as he moved his sword against Atlanta's.

"She better not be his first love." She grumbled, swirling her sword so she would be able to push Roan's away.

"Would that be so bad?" He rolled himself to dodge her move. 

"You never forget your first love." She sighed, remembering Finn. — If he only saw her now.

"Well, Echo did." He said harshly and he pressed his sword against Atlanta's neck because she was distracted. "You'd be dead by now. Keep yourself centered." He let go of her slowly and she nodded quietly. "She said I have too hot eyes for you."

"Hot eyes?" She laughed softly.

"Yeah, instead of heart eyes where it shows love, I apparently have hot eyes, who show desire." He sighed and he pressed himself against a table. "I need to talk about you, after this whole Mount Weather thing."

"About what?" She questioned him.

"Wells. I discovered something yesterday." He said lower and she nodded, without asking anything else.

A horn sounded which made Roan and Atlanta exchange a fast look. Atlanta prepared herself and soon as the mountain men started to enter Azgeda, Atlanta knew it right away. Most of the people, of both sides, wasn't going to survive.

Atlanta ran to the middle of the battlefield and she did what she knew best. — She fought, she got hurt, she slashed throats like she was tearing a piece of paper apart. 

"Watch out." Roan screamed to her but she had already a sword crossing her stomach. Atlanta stammered, taking the sword out of her stomach and she cut the man's head right there.

The blood on her stomach was increasing fast but she ripped out the man's jacket and she wrapped it up tight around her body. She took several breaths and she remembered every word of encouragment she had ever listen.

"You're a perfect match to be a leader and a warrior, Atlanta."

"You got this."

"You can save the whole world if you just fight."

"Kill them all If you have to."

She opened her eyes once she remember the last one. Kill them all. She looked at the sky one last time before she took one of the bombs that the man who tried to kill her had. She activated it and she waited with it on her hands until it started to hit 10 seconds. She groaned loudly as she throws it away to the entrance of Azgeda of where they were all coming from. — luckily no one from Azgeda was there.

"Maunon Fraga!" Echo, who Atlanta had no idea that was already there, was screaming and other Azgeda warriors were repeating after her. "Maunon Fraga."

Atlanta, who had her whole body covered in mountain men's blood, obviously understood what it meant. Maunon Fraga — Mountain Men Killer. She glared over Roan and he nodded softly. Atlanta grabbed one of her daggers and she hit the chest of the men that was going to cut Echo's throat if she didn't move. 

There were about 30 men alive and there was only Echo, Roan, Ontari and Atlanta fighting. Atlanta totally forgot that her family was there, it only came to her mind when she realized that out of the 30 men, she killed 20 of them.

"Maunon Fraga" The last man looked at her before she grabbed him by his suit. 

"You're going to tell whoever the hell is in charge that if you come near Azgeda again, Mounon Fraga, Wanheda, Atlanta or whatever the hell you want, will burn down all of Mount Weather." She looked him right in the eyes. "It's a long walk to Mount Weather, you better make it back in 30 minutes. You better run for life." She looked at the name written on the suit. "Emerson." She let go of him and he walked away from there.

But just before he walked away, he craved his poisoned dagger on her stomach. — Apparently, her stomach was something that was asking for getting hit. She watched Emerson run for his life and she turned away slowly, watching the scary look on Skaikru's face.

"Atl." Bellamy said low.

"Bellamy." She whisper and before she could say anything else, she felt the poison running on her body and she passed out, feeling nothing but pain.