Titans, they were in the city. They were in the Trost district if he was correct. It had to do with that damn titan. He destroyed the wall, almost like it was a breaking down a thin plank of wood. He had arrived in the square, leaving his old squad once again and listened to the commanding officer. People were giving him odd looks, Petra had given him a Scout's cloak and he wore it over his common clothing. He highly doubted anyone here would tell him to replace his clothing to uniform at a time like this; even if they did he wouldn't replace it. It was his only tie back to his home-to Mono.

Wander found Eren once they were dismissed, his team was made up of four people; Connie, Sasha, Jean and himself. Wander leaned against the wall and sighed. His felt whole once again, with his sword and bow at his disposal he could fight off any titan. Although, he was beginning to grow weary of collecting the souls. How many titans are there? In the thousands? Millions? How could he collect all the fragments of Dormin? Or was it something else?

How could he collect them all then? Would he know if he had? A signal from the demon himself? Or was it more than that? Would he have to stay in this land of war longer than he already has? And how will he get back? There isn't a well here that Dormin could bring him back, last time he checked. He didn't think about this, he was blinded by the thought of regaining his life that he didn't think of the process. He needed a sign…something to-

His sword began to brighten and he looked around. No one was paying attention to him. He grabbed the sacred blade, his heart beat slightly picking up. Was there a titan around here? And his sword was shining in the shade as well, something it never has done. He moved into an alley and pulled out the holy sword. The blade was glowing brighter than before and he raised it timidly. The beam strongly pointed to the east and he lowered it. It was concentrated, did this mean that there was a bigger fragment of the soul? It only glowed this bright back when he was fighting colossi.

Surely there couldn't actually be a colossi here…could there? And was there sixteen again? Or more? Less? His head was swirling with dangerous possibilities and he took a step towards the mysterious direction. Could this be another titan, but with more of Dormin's souls than the others?

"Where the hell is that damn Wander?!" he heard a familiar voice shout. The slayer turned quickly and swore. These people…could he really risk this chance of losing this fragment? He snarled and shook his head, they could survive without him for a while. He would not lose this chance. The slayer sprinted down the alley and lifted his hood, no one would suspect him as a new recruit, not now.

The beam led him farther along the path, his eyes searching for something, anything that led to this secret. He held the sword up again, a crossroad appearing before him and watched as it pointed to a dark home. He entered the tattered building, seeing the damage caused. A titan, most likely. He held his blade at his side, noting the light dimming in the darkness and he heard a rumble. Wander was on high alert, wondering what was going to attack.

The sword had led him through Trost and he had come to a rather deserted area. He heard no sound, but his feet felt the vibrations in the ground. The house itself was decimated, nothing was left of the building. He took another step and tumbled, tripping on what he thought was a rock. He tilted his sword and the bare amount of light shone down. He gasped, a body stared at him, his mouth open and eyes vacant. His chest was…broken. The only word that Wander could think of.

Bits of his ribcage were peeking from his flesh and his legs were oddly bent. His stomach was mangled, barely resembling a stomach. Wander noted how there was no actual sign of being eaten though. If this was the doing of a titan, then this was one abnormal titan. Wander slowly got up, turning away from the man as the light of the sword left. He carefully made his way through the room and light shone through. A huge hole was about twenty meters away and he sighed with relief, happy to be back out.

He jogged to the light and stared at the battle field, or the remains. Human bodies were scattered around, none in the uniform of the military. He stared at the shredded pieces of a woman, a foot wide slice going down her neck to legs. Her arm was nearly severed and he looked away from the rest. The side of a building was in pieces, looking like someone sliced through it like a hot knife through butter. Wander scanned the area for something, any clue on what he was facing. This couldn't be the works of a titan. Titans ate the people they killed and they destroyed buildings, but not to the precision of this destruction. Whatever was here, it was something that Wander would know.

He lifted his sword and it shone towards a building, still in the east. He walked towards it, his eyes searching left and right. He held up the sword-still the same. And then he saw it. The being he thought he wouldn't see ever again. Along with fifteen others, thank the gods they weren't here. Who would have known he was right…there was colossi here. If one…maybe more. The bird stared at him, he knew who and what Wander was. Wander's heart beat picked up, his fear coming faster like before. Doubt and determination were his only feelings and he raised his bow. Strapped on his side was the ODM gear that Hange had given him and he remembered what she said about his bow.

These arrows, he thought as he pulled one out, act as his ODM gear would if he hooked it up to the end of the arrow. It would propel him towards the colossi and give him a dangerous advantage. But, if he missed he was able to slam this small lever down that retracts the hooks on the cord. He aimed the bow, the cords hooked on the arrow and he fired. The whirling sound grew distant and then he felt his body get pulled. He was flying at top speeds and as he neared the bird, he slammed down on the levers and he flew, momentum taking him towards it. The powerful colossus flapped its heavy wings and he felt the cords fly back.

With nimble fingers he reattached the cords in the swords and fired at the tail of the bird. His heart was flying and he drew closer and closer to the colossus. Wind scratched at his face and he slammed into the tail. The bird circled and he tumbled down, losing his balance. Wander grabbed onto the edge of the tail and his left hand seared with pain as he closed on the rocky surface. Tears stung his eyes and slowly pulled himself up. Everything was happening so fast, he didn't have time to think about how this damn colossus got here, let alone how no one noticed it.

Had it killed every witness? Was this what happened when you mixed a human and a colossus encounter? The wind was freezing and he was grateful for the cloak. The slayer brought out his sword, the beam aiming behind him. He turned and saw the vital, his eyes staring in horror. This really was happening fast. How would these people be able to explain this? A damn bird who was made of stone was flying around killing people. He had to kill it, if not for the soul, for the sanity of everyone here.

His sword was lifted high over his head and he began to slam down onto the colossus' weak spot when it flew to the side. He flew along with it, his whole body rag dolling to the side. He reached the edge of the tail and his hands reached for something to grab - fur, an edge, something - but he couldn't keep his hold. He gasped and fell, tumbling faster and faster to the ground. The slayer pulled out his other sword and slammed the trigger with his finger. The cord dug into the bird's wing and he flew along with it.

Wander pointed his own sword at the tail of the bird once again and his body was jerked towards it. He grunted at the momentum and he retracted the cord again and tumbled onto the speeding colossus. The bird turned in circles, Wander knowing the hit to the wing left it off balance and he held on for dear life. The bird flapped again, going higher into the air and the air grew thin. It then shot back towards the ground and Wander crawled towards the vital, using the wiry fur to navigate.

He reached the blue vital, he raised the sword above his head and just as the bird was going to make yet another turn, he thrust the sword deep into the flesh. The bird screeched and he gasped as it turned again. He only was able to hold onto the sword, which was currently impaled in the bird's flesh. It loosened as he hung onto it, his legs dangling down the ground. Luckily, the colossus righted itself and he fell back onto the tail. The vital slowly disappeared and he pulled out the sword, black mist squirting out.

Wander wasted no time and stumbled to the front of the bird. He watched as the bird circled again and he held onto the fur, knowing where the next vitals were located. He crawled slowly across the wind unit he reached the familiar spot. He had to run. Wander looked down, thankful that the bird was keeping to its battle field and nowhere else in Trost. He didn't have a lot of time before someone came here to search for titans. And they couldn't see this thing-and him on it.

He stood steadily and ran across the wing, his feet slamming into the hard surface. The bird screeched yet again and flew to the side. He jumped the last bit and held on the fur once again, his arms throbbing from the rapid battle. The bird flapped and he was thrown, the fur he was holding bending to the bird's will. He grunted at the pressure he was tossed and he grabbed the edge. He looked down and his heart dropped, he was really high up. He slowly crawled back onto the gliding bird. His breath was laboured and he raised his sword, the light shining off of it and he slammed it into the bird's wing with a snarl.

It screamed it what Wander could only describe as pain and he was thrown off in less than a second. He in turn screamed and his hand grabbed onto the sword attached to his side, not the sacred sword. He lifted it to the opposite wing, his heart race beating faster every second. He slammed down on the trigger and was grateful that his aim was true. His whole body was lifted once again and he approached the wing with terrifying speed. His eyes blurred and he released the cord and his chest cracked against the bird's wing. His vision blurred from the pain and his hands began to lose their grip.

"Not yet, please…" he mumbled weakly and crawled on top of the goliath. His hand landed on the bright blue vital and he held onto the scarce amount of fur that was there. He muttered as many prayers as he could think of while forcing himself not to look down again. With one hand clutching the wiry fur and the other holding onto the sacred sword, he heaved a heavy breath and grunted at the weight of the sword. The bird flapped and he tumbled off once again. He aimed at the bird's wing, his heart slamming in his chest, but it missed.

He gasped and retraced the cord, turning and aiming at a building. He shot, the cord cracked through the stone and he landed gently on a window pane. The bird screeched and turned gracefully to the side. Its wings spread out and he realized with surprise that it was coming for him. He aimed his sword at a rooftop and narrowly missed the attack. The colossus' wings broke easily through the building he was previously on, slicing it as it must have before. Wander gasped and thanked himself for making the quick decision to change rooftops.

The bird flapped its massive wings once again and landed on a large pillar. He felt his hands get clammy and he readied his bow. It was weak now, but then again so was he. He aimed, the cords attached to the arrow already. He took a deep breath and let go. His body flew and he watched the arrow tip sink deep into the colossus. It screeched once again and he let loose the cords and tumbled onto the bird's back. He rolled, close to the edge, and crouched.

The slayer's breath was rough and he watched tiredly as the bird flapped furiously into the air. He never remembered it being so aggressive like this. Once his breath was regained, Wander ran towards the neck of the bird, occasionally losing his balance. He ran faster and faster, and then threw his whole body to the thick fur. Clutching it, he watched as the bird swerved as it tried to throw him off. Wander stared at the bright blue marking and licked his dry lips. Here he goes. He stumbled to the wing, his feet hitting the hard and stone part of the bird's wings and he watched as it began to flap again.

He shook his head and dived towards the vital. His eyes stared at the bright blue marking, which illuminated his face, and he lifted his sword, while one hand was clutched the fur. He took a deep breath and used all his weight to slam the sword down. Blood sprayed him in the face, taking him by surprise he fell back, only to be caught by the tail.

His vision doubled from the impact of the tail on his back and he watched dreadfully as the colossus neared the ground. Wander had slain it, but there was no water to catch him this time. Fear pumping through his veins, he held onto the fur for dear life. The bird's body was already covered in the shadows and as he neared closer to the ground, the thought of living through this became slim. He would surely break every bone in his body if he did manage too. He looked down at his gear and a laugh escaped his mouth, he really was that stupid.

He stood shakily and pulled out both of his swords, aimed at a wall and fired. He flew off of the colossus and he landed on a broken house, feet planted firmly on a windowsill. The colossus crashed into the ground and he stood, his breath shaky. There were colossi…here in this terrible world. What more could these people endure?

Wander watched as the familiar veins poured out of the shadow-covered colossus. He jumped down and landed with a grunt on the ground. That was when the tentacles stabbed through him. Forgotten pain erupted through his chest and he gagged at the taste of his own blood. Then the demolished houses blurred and he felt his balance slowly break away. His eyes fluttered as he tried to stay awake, but soon he couldn't keep up with the soul and he fell.

A dead bird-an eagle-lay in front of him, Wander lowered himself and hovered his hand over the body. An echoing voice rang around the room and he looked up to see himself in the temple. The place was quiet and he half expected for a statue of the colossus to crumble, but as he looked around he noticed there were no statues here. Wander looked to the ceiling of the temple and waited. But no voice called out to him and he furrowed his brow. His feet echoed with each step and the slayer turned back to the bird, but it was gone.

A small body lay in one of the empty statue 'rooms.' Looking closer, he realized that the body was the deceased bird. And according to memory, he was sure that was where the bird statue used to be. His head was full of confusion and he watched as each area the statues used to be darkened. Wander couldn't understand what was happening. How was he here, and not only that but why the dead bird? He approached the room of the bear and raised his sword, hoping for light.

The room brightened on its own accord and he took a step back in surprise. A paw slowly exited the room and he stared at a huge black bear. Its eyes were brightening, from brown to bright blue to red. It raised itself and roared. Wander glared and readied his sword, but the bear slowly grew larger and larger. Fur hardened to stone, his back fur morphed turning into platforms and his arms grew longer. The temple shook from the morphing bear and a huge foot cracked the floor in front of Wander. He barely dodged the foot and stared at the colossus. A bear and it turned to a colossus. The bird colossus he just fought…and there was a bird at his feet.

"What have these damn priests done?" he growled and the bear waved its club threateningly. Then lowered himself back into the dark room. Wander touched his sword and looked to the well. Maybe there were answers in that well? He took a timid step forward and once again the quiet made him nervous. He heard whispering coming from the black water and he held his hand on the blade.

The well was swirling and he looked away for a moment. This well was the one that had…destroyed him. Wander felt the sweat trickle down his back and he took a shaky breath. He turned back and looked into the black waters. It swirled around and then a white glow began to escape from the bottom. Letters…no numbers began to spell out. 16. The number was bold and then it disappeared. Sixteen colossus. Alright, he understood that.

The sixteen spread into groups suddenly and he watched in confusion. There were now numbers from one to sixteen. He watched as webs sprang from the numbers. The number 1 had one strand. The number 2 had two, and so on. The water swirled and changed into a gruesome face of a titan. He fell back in surprise and the water changed once again. 134. He fell to his knees. He had to kill…one hundred and thirty four titans. And…the initial sixteen meant that there were another sixteen, well now fifteen, colossi. And they all were animals. No, that was impossible…if they were all animals…what about the bearded man? Or the gladiator. Or the…his heart race increased. The sixteenth colossus. He would have to kill them all again, plus live through these damn titans.

"The flesh colossi guard their masters…" Dormin whispered through the temple and Wander's vision began to shake and he felt the well begin to suck him in. He tried to jump back, but the water swirled around him and he felt his heart race and then stop.

He opened his eyes to a bright sun. Wander brought his hand to his eyes in defense from the light and he opened his eyes to crumbling buildings. He groaned and stood, his body aching. Everything returned to him in a vengeful barrage and he remember Dormin's words. He felt his heart rate increase to the point where he felt physical pain. How was he going to kill all those titans? And how was he going to kill all those colossi? He had to find them, and if they were also people who were infected with Dormin's soul…he shuddered.

"Where the hell is he?" a familiar voice called out and Wander couldn't help but sigh in relief. Right now, he wanted nothing more but to be as far from his old life as possible. "Wander!?" Sasha called out and he stood slowly, his back in pain.

He walked towards the voice, his whole body swore and tired. With a stretch, he stumbled towards them and they all raised their eyebrows in shock. "Wander? What happened to you?" Connie asked and then he watched as they looked around. Jean gasped and Sasha's mouth dropped open. Connie fell back.

"Oh my god," Jean mumbled and they all circled. "What the hell just happened?" he stared at Wander and the slayer lowered his head.

"A titan," he lied, "it destroyed this place…but it didn't go for the bodies," he mumbled and they all circled.

"Did you kill it?" Sasha asked and he shook his head.

"No, it got away," he said and they all looked around in shock. "We better get moving," he muttered and they all nodded.

"Come on, we have to get into the battle," Jean said, fear slightly on the edge of his tone. Wander nodded and they walked towards the exit of this horrid area. Wander couldn't help but feel like he was in way over his head. And as he turned back to where the dead body of the giant bird should be, he only saw a dead eagle.

He knew it the moment his sword struck the titan that this was the last titan that was part of the bird's group. His whole body swelled with pain and he tumbled down the titan's body. The ground drew closer and closer and he managed to aim his sword at a nearby wall and clicked the trigger. He flew in the direction and with barely any strength, he held onto the wall. Pulling himself up proved a challenge, but he felt out of breath.

Jean approached him and knelt down. "You okay?" he asked and Wander nodded. His whole body was in pain, but he couldn't exactly explain how his body hurt so much. "What happened back there? You just passed out," Jean stared at him and Wander got up. His eyes looked around and he picked up his sword, he hadn't noticed it had fallen.

"Alright, let's go," he told him and a large shadow appeared before him. Jean and Wander both looked up and they stared at the huge titan. Its smile was troubling and Wander slightly unsheathed his sword. The sun barely touched it, but it was obvious this titan had no spirit in it. Wander sighed and felt his strength already waning. He had killed twenty titans, five of them would be considered an assist, but only three actually being infected with Dormin's spirit. Luckily, it seemed they all were partnered with the bird, and the entire spirit was in him.

He grabbed his sword and aimed at the titan's forehead. He was annoyed with the abundance of these damn things. "Wander wait!" Jean shouted, but the slayer ignored him and fired. The wind sliced his face and the titan made an attempt to grab the cord. Luckily, it missed and he slammed the sword into its forehead. As usual, it showed no pain and he really missed fighting colossi. The titan's hand began to grab its face and he pulled out his sword and ran along its hairline. The hand slammed into its face and he watched the gnashing teeth try and grab him.

Wander stared at them with mixed feelings. Fear and amazement. His legs moved forward and he trailed his sword as he ran. Steam appeared behind him as he moved and he felt his legs get slightly burnt. Pulling out his sword with a grunt, he held onto the edge of its hair as it slightly shook its head. Its neck was a couple meters away and he let go of the hair and pulled out his second sword. In a fast swipe, he lobbed off the flesh and jumped down before the steam burnt his face.

He watched Jean land beside him and the man shook his head, "You fight these beasts like you've done it before," he laughed and Wander nodded without any emotion. He was already tired and they had lost Connie and Sasha somewhere when they were fighting titans. He wasn't sure where they went. His head was in major pain and his legs were already sore. They had been killing titans for the past hour and with agreement, the two went in search for the team that was supposed to refill the steam in their ODM gear.

As they flew from street to street, Wander looked at his sword and noticed it shining to the left. His eyes widened and he turned instantly down the street, forgetting about Jean. Wander followed his sword, running on the roof tops and saving his remaining amount of steam in his ODM gear. He ran, jumping from a balcony to the window of a building. He cursed as his left hand was closed on the pressure. Wander swung his body weight and grabbed the ledge with his right hand and pulled himself up with a grunt.

His foot slammed into the window and he covered his eyes as it shattered. Running through the abandoned home. His feet made loud slapping noises on the ground and he used his body weight to go through yet another window. His whole body swung as he threw himself to the next house and climbed up onto the roof. Panting, he held his sword into the air and the bit of light that was shining through the clouds burst through his sword. It aimed at another alleyway and he smiled to himself. Now who was the prey?

His legs bounded forward and he ran on the shingles of a home, hoping his feet wouldn't trip on the questionable roofing. Wander crouched as he saw the massive humanoid. This titan had a lock of black hair and a frown, unlike most. He felt a chill run up his spine, but shook it off. Fear was healthy, just as long as it didn't get in the way. He slipped from one roof top to another, making as little noise as possible, but he knew the titan would notice him sooner or later. He learned about their keen senses.

As he approached it, the titan's head moved lazily to look at him. He pulled out his bow and sprinted. Never caught off guard, it took a swing at his head and he simply jumped off the building. An arrow knocked in his bow, he let loose the draw and his aim was true. It lodged itself through the titan's neck and into the wall behind it. He knew it wouldn't feel the pain, they never showed it, but that wasn't on his mind as his body was flying towards the titan at fast speeds. In an example of skill and grace, Wander swapped his bow for two swords and crossed them in front of himself.

The neck approached and fired a fast shot to the side, the titan looked at him in confusion. He swung to its back, but a hand came crashing down on him. The breath was taken from his lungs and he gulped for air, although none would come. Mentally cursing himself, he watched as the titan brought him closer and closer to its mouth. He looked down and both of his swords were lying discarded on the ground. The mouth drew closer and closer, enough for him to see its tongue and the scratched in its teeth.

A screech was heard to his left and he almost expected that damn bird to come back for more, but what he saw made him shut his eyes. "Damn my luck…"