Double update, because previous was too damn short and because you guys put up with my shit.
After dressing in the ridiculously expensive black tracksuit pants and white tank top, I follow Petra and Gunther to the gym. Apparently Levi had asked them to 'train' me so that I would be able to defend against angel attacks. After what happened with Gunther in Levi's room, I felt sort of glad for it. It will serve as a distraction and it will prepare me for any further 'surprise' attacks.
Petra made me walk around barefoot, I'm not entirely sure why. It all made sense when we got to the gym though, since there was rows of shelves outside the door where you were to leave your shoes. Ah, she didn't want to waste any time in training me so she asked me to leave my shoes off.
Once inside, we immediately set to work. "When an angel comes at you, try to stay out of their grip. We have really strong limbs and we could easily crush every bone in your body if we get our arms around you. Also, watch out for our wings. If we feel that we are losing or the enemy is too strong, we lash out with our wings. I'm not kidding when I say a smack from our wings could break you. But also, if you have the chance to damage a wing, you take it. Because a downed angel is a dead angel," Petra explains as I warm up a little bit before Gunther and I dance around each other, fists raised and steps light.
At her last comment I pause. "Is that why Commander Erwin cannot leave the Tower? Because he is missing a wing?"
Gunther took the opportunity of my distraction to lunge at me and he has me in a headlock in a matter of seconds.
"Pay attention to your opponent. And yes, that is why he doesn't leave the Tower. Now, again,"
When I first saw her, I thought Petra was the prettiest angel I have ever seen. But she is a demon in disguise. Gunther and I run through simulations over and over and over again, until both of us are covered in sweat. At one point we both lost our shirts, Gunther because it got in his way and me because I didn't want Gunther to rip it from my body. After what felt like forever, she finally relented and said that I can do some other exercise. I chose the weights.
During our mock battle, a couple of other angels came in. Closest to me, three chairs over, was another male angel also doing weights. I wasn't even fifteen minutes into my work out when he suddenly shouts out "Who took it?"
"Who took what, Eld?" Petra asks.
"My IPod was just here, and now it's gone,"
"I'm sure it's right where you left it," Gunther huffs as he lifts the weights in his palms.
"It was here. You, human, did you take it?"
"Hey, don't look at me. I haven't moved from this spot,"
"Oh, is that so? Maybe I should just beat the truth out of you,"
"I'm sure that's not necessary," Petra calls out.
"If the man wants to have a go, then let him have a go," Gunther states.
"Let's go then," he says before leaping towards me. He uses his wings to propel himself forward and it's all I can manage just to drop to the floor as he leaps over me. I'm on my feet and sprinting toward the weight shelf before he is almost upon me. I pick up the smallest weight I can get my hands on, 5kg, and spin around swinging it. The side of the weight connects with the sandy blondes shoulder and knocks him over. I notice the missing item in his breast pocket and I snatch it up.
"Are you fucking INSANE!? It was in your pocket the entire fucking time! Petra, I'm done. I'm going to my room and I am going to shower," I drop the weight back on to the rack and stomp out of the gym. My nerve endings burn with adrenaline and fury, I could simply spontaneously combust with rage.
"Hey Eren! You left your shirt," Gunther calls out from behind me.
"Fucking keep it as a memento," I howl back without turning to look at him.
A flapping sound close to my head lets me know that that is not the case. Petra lands next to me and jogs to keep up. "Come on Eren, put on your shirt and let's get something to eat in the café,"
"No," I say, but my stomach betrays me.
"Look, you can't go into the café without a shirt on and I think your stomach disagrees with you,"
"You fucking traitor," I hiss at my stomach, which causes Petra to laugh. I feel a little better after hearing it. "Fine, I'll go eat. But after that, I'm going to shower,"
"The Captain wouldn't want it any other way,"