Good old hand-to-hand combat." Kita smiled.

"There's no weapons involved." Nix sighed and rested his head in his hands.

"I don't usually use my hands." Markov sighed.

Kita stared at them blankly and then hit them both around the head. "Stop moping around you morons!"

The two males groaned and heaved themselves off the bench. "So, you're the new guys right? You don't seem very enthusiastic about hand-to-hand." A shorter brown haired guy pointed out.

"I can't be bothered to bother about bothering." Nix complained.

The guy pursed his lips in confusion. "He said he can't be bothered." Kita translated.

"Oh. Well follow me."

His green eyes flashed in the dim light as he moved. "Eren, right?" Nix asked calmly.

"Uh, yeah. That's me."

"Why'd you bite yourself?"

Eren paused, taken aback by the question in hand. Nix's eyes shone brighter to his discomfort, enjoying making somebody uncomfortable. The trio walked past Eren, leaving him in shock. "How'd he know?" Jaeger muttered to himself, thinking nobody was around.

"Because they're the most observant people in out entire regiment." A calm female voice pointed out.

"A-Annie, I didn't know you were here."

"I figured as much. When you injure yourself, think of an excuse, genius."

She muttered something under her breath and passed by him, through the door he was subconsciously holding open.

"Okay you lot, show me how terrible you are." Shadis yelled out.

The teens all split up into pairs and readied their stances. "Shadis wants you." An instructor whispered to Kita, Markov and Nix.

They looked at each other for a second and then gradually made their way to him. "You three, I've got you some partners. Kita Irne, you'll be paired with Ymir. Nix Grim, you'll be with Bertholdt Hoover, and Markov Kaiser with Mikasa Ackerman."

They saluted and searched for their partners silently. They scanned the faces of everyone in five seconds and soon found their partners. "Kita Irne, right?" A tall girl nodded in her direction.

"You must be Ymir." She replied sweetly.

Her yellow eyes looked dimmer as she was trying to be nice, their eyes worked with emotions like that.

"I've not here to shake hands and make friends. All I want to do is beat you and leave with Krista, got it." She spat.

Kita's eyes grew brighter and brighter by every word and almost burst when she said 'got it' at the end. "Well, I'm afraid your plans have an immediate obstacle."

"And what would that be?"

"Me."

"Hoover? You're the nervous guy from yesterday."

"Nervous?" He stuttered, sweating more.

"Well, that or guilty."

"Can we just start?!"

"You seem to be close with those blondes."

"They're my best friends. If anything were to happen to them I'd blame myself for not being there."

"Noted."

Bertholdt was sweating more profusely now. Nix smiled and licked his lips in deviousness and put his hands above his head. "You look a little scared, Hoover."

"I'm not scared."

"You should be."

Markov approached the girl with the scarf from behind and with a sweep of his foot, ended up in front of her. "I'm here to fight, not to talk." She explained.

He stared at her in his blank, poker-faced expression and kept his hands in his pockets. "Do you speak our language?"

He continued to glare at her until she put her hands up. "Are you going to get into your stance?"

"This is my stance."

"Shadis said it was going to be hard." She whispered to herself.

"I can't garuantee that."

Mikasa charged at him with all her force. With a slight change of footing he disappeared from her view and stood behind her, raising his leg and kicking her with the bottom of his foot in the back, causing her to fall to the ground. "Are we done." He muttered and stood next to her.

"Not until you take the knife!" She yelled and tried to attack him again.

He kicked the knife from her hand high into the sky with a simple thrust of the ankle and caught it when it flew back down. "Oh, it seems I needed to take my hand out of my pocket a second time. That's strange."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, it's what's wrong with everybody else that bugs me." He sighed and walked off, tossing the knife behind him.

Mikasa began to stand up when the wooden knife shot into the earth at an alarming rate and pierced the ground in front of her nose. "Mikasa, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She said and pulled herself up.

Levi stopped walking and turned his head, the rest of the Special Ops Squad bumped into each other as their Commander abruptly stopped. "What's up?" Eld Jinn asked.

He was met with an icy silence, so they followed his gaze. "Who got her down?" Petra asked, shocked.

"Markov Kaiser." Shadis explained from inside the cage.

"Who?"

"He's one of the new three, probably the stongest."

"New? I didn't know we had any new guys."

"Really? I knew. It was so obvious." Oluo boasted.

Levi turned to him and hit him in the nose, causing it to bleed insanely, then left the premises without another cold word. "Thank you, Sir." Petra smiled at Shadis as the squad walked off, she helped Oluo off the floor.

"Was Ymir meant to be hard?"

"Maybe they thought because they were tall they'd be able to beat us."

"Like that's ever happened."

"What about you, Kaiser? I heard Ackerman's one of the toughest fighters around."

"She was. Not now."

"The group that was watching us, they took an interest in you, they'll most likely be observing you in your training."

"That means they'll watch you two too."

"Why?"

"The man that saw us was Commander Levi, he's acknowledged as 'The strongest man', which in fact I don't think is true. He has near to our set of observation, he'll have noticed you." Markov said casually.

"Near our set? I thought it was just us with that level of observation."

"I said near. Don't get ahead of yourself, Kita."

"That must mean he's talented then."

"I suppose so. He seemed cold, strong, violent. A real Commander."

"Hey, you three! Get back to training!" An instructor angrily yelled from across the corridor.

Markov took a short glance at him and scanned him. Shorter, around 160cm, hands gripped around the blade tightly as if they were a threat. Eyes, brown, constricted pupils, fear possibly. "I said, get back to training."

He began to close in on the three, sliding his blade out. They stood their ground and looked at him. He finally arrived in front of Markov's chest and pointed his blade at his neck. "Get back to training."

His reply was silence and a stare. Markov was amused, but didn't show it on his face, his face was a blank slate. Like a piece of paper to be altered and turned into a nice piece of art. But it stayed blank. "You scare me, kid. But these two? Why do you hang out with them? They seem so different. So stupid." The instructor jeered and poked the blade at them.

The paper had ripped.

Markov placed a soft hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Have fun wherever you end up." Nix smiled and walked off with Kita who was fuming from the instructors words.

The instructor made an attempt to go after them but the grip on his shoulder strengthened and dug in. He snapped his head back to the younger recruit's and opened his mouth to yell something when a foot collided with his stomach and kicked him backward. He fell onto his back and hit his head on the hard floor to deal with as an injury for later. He struggled to get up and wheezed on the floor, clutching a painful hand to his stomach. Another kick to the side sent him into a wall and he clattered against it, his blades falling with him making a satisfactory sound on the ground. "Would you look at that? I didn't even need to use my hands much."

The injured tried to get up again but it was in vain as he quickly got pushed down again. "Never insult them. I don't mind it, but I can't stand it happening to them. Think about it you filthy animal."

"Nng."

Markov smiled in triumph and put his hands deeper into his pockets.

"Go to hell."

yay, chapter two. I'm super tired and I'm that blragfnfjsndvfub mood. If there's any spelling mistakes it's because it's late, not because I be a dumb.