A/N: Hey guys, so I finished my last production week of 2016 and it's actually made me really sad. I've done some amazing shows this year and I am so proud of my work on all of them. Last weeks show was Blithe Spirit which is an amazing play and everyone in the cast and crew was absolutely amazing.
Also, I saw the trailer for the new season of the 100...The only thing that I'm looking forward to is Octavia's new storyline. Other than that I have mixed feelings about the rest of it that are nothing to do with the bias I feel because of what happened with Lexa. Backing everyone into a corner about this whole 95% of the earth being uninhabitable just ridiculously limits what they can do with the show. They should be expanding the world, not condensing it.
Although in good news, I finally got around to watching Teen Wolf. And omg it's so amazing and such an underrated show. I don't think I've binge watched anything that fast since I first watched the 100 when I saw gifs of Lexa and Clarke's first kiss on tumblr. Lydia and Malia are just both amazing characters and I'm considering doing some writing for the show so if anyone has any ideas feel free to let me know! :)
Anyway, as always thank you for being patient guys, and enjoy! Love you xx
Clarke groaned as she pulled herself up from the ground for the dozenth time that morning, "Do you really have to keep knocking me on my face?" She asked Ontari who grinned unremorsefully and passed her back her staff.
"You said you wanted to impress Lexa, you'll impress her if you master this move she's been trying to drill into you for the last three training sessions, I don't understand why you can't get it, it's so simple."
"Simple for you." Clarke groaned, "I currently have bruises on my bruises."
Ontari shook her head, "Stop being so ridiculous, a few bumps and scrapes are nothing."
"She's right." Octavia nodded from her birch on a log at the edge of the clearing they were stood in, "You need to stop shying away from getting hurt, let her rap you on the shoulder and you can take a swing at her stomach when she overreaches to knock the back of your legs."
Ontari frowned at her, "I haven't been overreaching."
Chuckling Octavia nodded at the arm holding the staff, "You have, you don't see Clarke as a threat so you're being lazy when you attack her."
Clarke smirked at Ontari, "Now who's going to disappoint Lexa, she'll knock you on your arse if she sees you being lazy."
"Lexa's not here." Ontari snapped, "And you're not going to tell her, last time she didn't leave me alone for a week."
"Then stop taking shortcuts." Octavia laughed, "If you don't do it again then I won't say a word, but you need to do the steps the way someone really coming after Clarke would, otherwise she won't get how to defend against it properly."
Ontari nodded to her before facing Clarke again, taking a breathe and then stepping forwards sharply keeping her elbows in towards her body and striking at Clarke's head. The instant Clarke stumbled back, she pulled her arm back to cross the blade in front of her stomach defensively. Then she kicked out at Clarke's leg which sent her tumbling to the ground.
"Well one of you's getting better." Octavia remarked as Clarke groaned and sat up again.
"This is useless, I can hold my own against most people, I don't understand why I have to be on the same level as nightblood training."
Ontari exchanged a look with Octavia before nodding and laying her staff aside, "Because she wants you safe, Lexa's paranoid that one day she wont be there to protect you and then you'll get hurt."
"I know." Clarke sighed, before tossing her own staff to Octavia who caught it easily, "I just wish I could pick things up as fast as you guys do."
"You're better than you think Clarke." Octavia smiled, taking Ontari's offered hand to help her to her feet, her hand ghosting over her still flat stomach as she got up. "But you have to remember that your first instinct will never be to hurt anyone, and that's not a bad thing."
Clarke smiled back at her as she got up to join them as they started walking back towards the main gates, that were less than a quarter of a mile from where they had been practising.
"Ontari," Octavia smiled sweetly, "I'm really tired."
"No." Ontari answered immediately, "You're having a baby, there's nothing wrong with your legs. I'm not carrying you."
"Lincoln would." Octavia muttered sulkily.
"Lincoln would do anything for you, no one else loves you that much, we barely understand why he does." Ontari laughed teasingly.
Clarke chuckled along before shaking her head, "Actually you weren't there yesterday where you? She roped Lexa into carrying her for a while. And to think she was critising you for laziness."
Octavia pouted, "That's so unfair, I hate walking and you said I shouldn't exercise."
"I said no strenuous exercise Octavia. I said nothing about walking for ten minutes." Clarke corrected her.
Octavia rolled her eyes, grinning slightly as they continued on their relaxed walk back to Polis.
The gate was almost insight when they heard the low whistling sound of something small flying through the air before Octavia's legs gave way and she fell to the ground.
As Ontari drew her sword and cast her eyes around, looking for whoever was attacking them, Clarke dropped to her knees beside Octavia and pressed her hands to her thigh where an arrow was sticking out of her leg.
Octavia eyes were narrowed as she gritted her teeth against the pain, "What the hell was that?" She growled, before swatting Clarke's hand away from the arrow itself, "Don't do that it hurts, just get me back and you can pull it out there."
"You have a gift for getting injured." Clarke growled back in frustration, "Ontari, you see anything?"
"Nothing." The Azgeda warrior confirmed, before dropping to her knees beside them, "I'll carry Octavia, Clarke stay close to us and watch our backs ok?"
Clarke nodded quickly, taking the sword that Ontari offered out to her, "Got it."
"This is going to hurt." Ontari whispered softly to Octavia, before pulling her into her arms and standing up, trying to avoid jostling her as much as possibly.
As Octavia bit back a cry of pain, Ontari started towards the gates, closely followed by Clarke, who practically walked backwards as she watched carefully for anyone attempting to follow them.
They were metres from the gate, which was wide open when Ontari noticed the lack of guards and turned to cry out a warning to Clarke, but it was too late as two warriors came at her from either side.
Raising the sword hastily to defend herself, Clarke locked eyes with Ontari before nodding sharply towards the gates.
Ignoring Octavia's protests, Ontari did as Clarke wanted and continued to the gate, practically running through to find somewhere safe to leave the furious Trikru warrior she was carrying in her arms.
She made it back to where the fight was taking place in record time, glad to see that Clarke was still fighting, if only barely managing to hold her own.
Jumping straight into the middle of the fray, she struck out quickly with her fist, catching one of the attackers in the stomach as she ducked under the blade aimed to take off her head.
As he stumbled back she heard Clarke hiss in pain behind her, pulling her friend towards her, she turned around and kicked firmly, catching the man who had just drawn his blade across Clarke's forearm firmly in the stomach.
In the brief moment of calm, she caught Clarke's arm, examining it quickly before letting go and placing them both back to back again, "You'll be fine, you can do this Clarke." She whispered assuringly, before getting caught up in her own fight again.
Reassured by what Ontari had said, Clarke stepped forwards when the man attacked her again, blocking his strike with Ontari's sword before drawing back to drive it straight into his stomach using the exact same move that they had been practising all morning.
As he dropped to the ground she heard Ontari cry out before hitting the ground beside her, clutching at a deep wound that had been opened up on her side.
Clarke got in between them quickly and was about to attack in defense of Ontari when another arrow came whistling through the air, this one finding it's way into the chest of the person attacking them.
Turning around, she saw Raven stood in the gates, lowering her bow as she ran to Ontari's side.
"What happened?" Raven asked, as she quickly pressed her hands to Ontari's side, where black blood was seeping out over her clothes.
Clarke rolled her eyes, as she slid her hands under Ontari's shoulders to help her up, "We've had a really good week, you weren't expecting something like this?"