Fight to Live. Live to Fight (Accepting)

[Zahzi]

"Doubtful."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Just let me sleep..." Atella groaned.  

[Zahzi]

Dion grunted, walking off.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Finally..." Atella grumbled, facing the wall as a shadow suddenly loomed over her.  

[Zahzi]

Dion had actually walked to another entrance of the barracks. This time he was armed...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

The shadow seemed to pay little attention to Dion... Mainly because he didn't hear or see Dion reentering.

"Atella... We're leaving..." He grumbled quietly, grabbing her arm roughly.

"..." Atella let out a soft whimper, curling up into a fetal position.  

[Zahzi]

A hand grabbed onto Atella's father's shoulder, digging into the flesh. The other hand held onto a circularly-curved blade.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"She's mine..." He growled quietly, seeming to be unaffected by Dion's grip. "You can't keep her from me..."  

[Zahzi]

"Your opinion means nothing." Dion said, suddenly causing the father to be thrown out of the barracks, leaving Atella inside. Before she could even attempt to get up, the door was shut, Dion outside as well.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"To you, perhaps not." He grunted, giving Dion a dull glare. "But your opinion does not matter to me."  

[Zahzi]

"And because you are here, your life is forfeit."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"And if my daughter wishes to leave with me?" He asked, just as Atella appeared in the doorway.  

[Zahzi]

"That is no longer an option." Dion said, a second, identical blade appeared in his other hand.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Dion... Don't..." Atella said blankly behind him.  

[Zahzi]

"There is nothing you can do. He is going to die."