Ymir Returns to a New Ruler of the Walls
The guards atop the walls spotted what they were hunting for; a rogue Scout on horseback, female, tanned, tall with brown hair. You can't see much other than a blur from the top of the wall but they knew it who it was; they knew what they had to do.
Ymir knew what she would be walking into when she returned to the walls, she knew her punishment, but she needed to see her Krista one more time, or Historia as she learnt before she had to flee. Historia should be safe inside the walls, away from the harm that could occur if she stayed with her dancing titan. Cannon fire rang in Ymir's ears and the thud of the ammunition landing close to her horse ran through the ground like roots in a forest. Ymir spurred the horse to continue its path onward through the barrage of shell fire, the nag soon became spooked, swaying and straying from Ymir's instruction. One close cannon ball spat soil onto Ymir and her mare, sending the old girl into a wild buck sending Ymir flying forwards and hitting the ground harder than the cannons could fire their rounds. A face full of dirt and now horseless, the gates to the wall opened, the chains chuckled as they lifted the gate up and an outpour of scouts streamed out all on horseback. Ymir wasn't far from the opening in the wall but she knew she couldn't outrun the horse backed legion of scouts.
The initial aim was to ride up to the gates and hand herself in, be put in a cell, say goodbye to Historia, explain why she had to go, what she had to do and then leave this world as the sun rose.
This new turn of events could lead to her being cut down before she made it to the walls let alone see her Historia. Titans were nowhere to be seen, Ymir chuckled to herself, unsure if it was ironic that if she were killed by a titan then she would be killed by her kind, but if she were cut down by man then she would also be killed by her own. As Ymir watched the green wave of the scouts' capes draw ever closer, the barrage of cannon fire slowed then halted blasting soil and debris at her lanky form. In unison the sound of metal against metal harmonised into a song of inevitable death for Ymir, the flash from the mid-day sun bouncing off the unsheathed swords caught Ymir's eyes and stopped her from recognising her fellow legionaries. She wondered if Historia would be one of them, she wouldn't want her to witness that, she wouldn't wish her to be the one who took her life or see another strip her from this world.
The flourish of blades circled her as they got close enough, horses and riders all ogling at the dancing titan, cautious of her turning and killing them all. Ymir had no such desire. Levi emerged from the sea of green, blades drawn and pointing at the brunette's neck. Even on horseback Levi was short; Ymir stood 5"8' tall, and Levi could only just look down on her. "Hands where I can see 'em titan" Levi spat, face still unconcerned and bored like this was the 7th time he had done it. Ymir didn't move, she just rested her amber eyes on Levi's, darting into the swarm of scouts to find Historia. The sharp pain and the trickle of warmth down Ymir's neck stopped her scanning the environment further and commanded her hands to move from her sides into the air, palms to the captain. The steel of horse backed Levi had pierced her neck, more than a scratch but less than a fatal wound. All this elicited a smirk from Ymir, her sass still unwavering. "Oh please! All this precaution for little old me? If I wanted to kill you all I would have brought back up, lured you in and slaughtered you. Luckily for you, I'm only here to see my Krista" dripping in heavy sarcasm Ymir glared at her old leader then to his sword. She emphasised where her hands where by giving them a good old patronising shake with a facial expression to match.
The heavy waves of green slowed from an oncoming tsunami into calm and still waters. Mikasa and Hanji rose from the blinding glare of sun off of steel. Rough hands grabbed her wrist and smothered them in rope, winding the rope into a constricting fist, a trail hanging off of both bundles, both ladies walked around to the front of Ymir, facing her, Hanji remaining fascinated by the steam rising off Ymir's neck, Mikasa remaining stern, readying her poison to spit at Ymir. "Ladies! Ladies! I ain't a piece of meat for you to plan what way I'm best cooked, I'm still alive and kicking. Metaphorically of course." another smirk accompanied Ymir's comment, a harsh tug from Mikasa's side of the rope followed. Handing the reigns to Levi, Hanji ripped her eyes from Ymir's neck and Mikasa leant into Ymir, mouth centimetres from her right ear. "Your little Krista isn't a scout anymore, she's changed beyond recognition, and I doubt she'll want to see you after you abandoned her." Both women's eyes burned like a bonfire on a cold November night, boring into each other's souls, preparing to start something involving high amounts of violence.
A Sharp yank on the reigns cut the conversation from becoming two sided. Ymir was forced to run behind Levi's stallion, more mud and debris being flung her way off the back of the horse's shoes.