A purple haired man came over as Atma spoke. Atma watched the man as he spoke and decided it would be best to go with him.<span style="font-style: italic">Good choice Atma, the best way to make allies is to fight together. Especially in times like this,</span>Jibra'il spoke from within Atma's head. He wolfed down the last of the sandwich as he stood up and clipped the canteen to his belt. The canteen would slosh around a little bit but it still held almost all of the quart it could.<br/><br/>"I got your backs guys," he said as he caught up with the other two. He pulled the scarf back up to cover he head again, leaving only his eyes exposed. If they got into a fight he would pull the goggles up as he gets really annoyed when blood gets into his eyes. "I don't know you or your names," he continued, "My name is Atma Pratima. Now, who are you?"