Artemis - Mikasa Ackerman
She glanced at him, titan form emerging. Here we go again. And as the grand figure of hope for humanity arose, she couldn't help but to smile a little. Bitter, but glad. He was weak back then, and probably even now too. But what people saw was an illumination, a burning fire.
Mikasa grabbed her sword that lay beside her feet, plunged it back into its place by her waist, scrubbing her knees to rid the dust and prickles she received as she knelt on the ground. Time to back him up. Little runt, so big and yet still so weak. Her cape, and the wings of freedom drove them onwards towards the fight, with every release of gas in the 3D-maneuver gear, that extra burst of energy and life. More motivation to kill. Killing itself is not enough, you will be my prey, and I will hunt you down. Her gray eyes flashed its desire to kill, to torment. To make them get what they deserved.
And she fought against the calamities she'd ever been through. Every strike of the sword dove hungrily into the flesh, at the napes. Such beautiful moments. And she'd smile, genuinely, eyes so gentle and full of comfort. So much pleasure from the hunt.