Disclaimer: Shingeki no Kyojin is not mine. If it were the Lekasa ship would have sailed long ago.
Was it training or a fight?
The onlookers questioned the exercise. It was hard to know. The two took it so seriously.
A jab, a kick, a jump, a shift of the feet.
Defensive stance, offensive move.
How long had it been? Ten minutes? Twenty? Longer perhaps.
She blocked him. Moved to take him down.
A blow was landed.
Mikasa found herself on her back.
The captain won. He always did.
His expression was as emotionless as ever. He was not smug, he showed no sign of content.
The same could not be said of her. Her eyes held a furious glow. Anger, directed at herself.
She'd failed.
Again.