Looming over them was a Titan.

Move! Grab Armin and run! Mikasa's brain screamed. But she couldn't move. Not an inch. And neither could Armin. Even with all their training, all they had seen, they couldn't bring themselves to move an inch.

Armin gulped, adam's apple bobbing as he did so. The Titan looked to be about twelve or thirteen meters high. Possibly even taller then the father of all Titans- the Collossal Titan. But he wasn't sure. It was also highly unlikely, given that this Titan had certain qualities than the others he and Mikasa had seen.

For one thing, it had a full set of teeth. Not that Titan's didn't have full sets, but other Titan's he and seen were missing a few after attacks or afternoon snacks. And this one also had nicer hair, a spiky style that shrouded parts of its face.

"This Titan is different," he mumbled to Mikasa, who nodded as they watched it, it's gray eyes peering from side to side, as if assessing the competition. Cries emanated through the air as Titans made their way throughout the town, advancing towards the back gates. Where people were trying to squeeze through, escape.

Mikasa and Armin needed to get to the back gate. To protect the people who couldn't protect themselves.

So why couldn't they move?

Come on, Armin! Armin thought, you need to move! If you don't you'll become Titan fodder!

Instead, they kept their eyes trained on this Titan, watching as it turned, the ground rumbling as it took a few steps to the left. Before they had time to react, the new Titan raised an oversized hand, and even from a distance, he could count the number of tendons stretching from its knuckles as it curled its fingers into a fist.

"What is it doing?" Mikasa asked Armin, her voice shaky.

"I don't know…." he said, although the Titan then let out an angry roar, drowning out his voice. Both jumped as it then pulled its arm back, then swung. Fist connected with face as it then flung the Titan away, although for the new Titan, it would have seemed more like a simple shove to the side.

"What the fuck?!" Armin muttered with awe, watching as the Titan then began cornering the other ones, trying its best to fend them off.

"It looks as if it's trying to protect the people," Mikasa pointed out, "but why?" Armin shrugged. people on the ground sprinted towards the back gate, a sea of bodies trod ding on their fallen neighbors and families, bone crunching and blood splashing under their feet.

But Eren wasn't down there.

And he wasn't on the roof.

"We need to get back to HQ," Mikasa said, "tell Marco or Jean- somebody!" Armin nodded, enraptured as the new Titan took down another one- the Armored Titan, although he wasn't sure why it was called that. The Armored Titan had bits of muscle and sinews peeping out between bits of skin, so there wasn't any reason it should have been called an Armored Titan. They could have called the new Titan an Abnormal Titan, but it didn't look incredibly fast like Abnormal Titans usually were.

"What is it called though?" Armin asked. Mikasa shrugged. To their right, a normal Titan kicked a house out of its path, the Titan about seven meters tall.

"We'll have to go with Unidentified Titan for now," Mikasa said, suddenly grabbing his hand.

"Mikasa, what-?!"

"We need to get back, now!" she said bluntly, readying her maneuver gear. Without giving him a chance to prepare his gear, Mikasa looped her arm around his waist, clutching him tightly.

"Mikasa, I have gear of my own!" Armin kicked, trying to get out of her grasp, but to no avail. She already had sent out wires, the hooks digging into the building across the street from the one they currently stood on.

"We have no time!" Mikasa protested, tugging on the wire. Crouching, she was ready to jump when all of a sudden Armin screeched.

"Mikasa, look out!" he screamed, grabbing her head, forcing her to look up.

Towering over them was another Titan, it; face pulled back into an eery grin. One of it's front teeth were knocked out, a trail of blood- Human blood, no doubt, Mikasa thought- trailing down its chin like a river. Before the Titan could smash a fist down on them, Mikasa log rolled to the side, porcelain shingles smashing, bits and pieces flying in every direction. The wire attached to her gear was pulled taut, the hook straining to stay connected. As soon as she rolled, her body jerked, Armin flying free from her grasp. Armin rolled a few feet away, coming to a stop at the edge of the roof.

"Armin!" Mikasa called for him, clambering her way over, the shingles of the roof digging into her skin as she climbed over to him. Panting, she gripped his shoulders, shaking hard.

"Armin! Armin! Get up!" she was wailing, tears blurring her vision. Armin didn't answer, his head lolling to the side. Eyes bugging until they would practically fall out of their sockets, Mikasa looped her hands under his armpits, pulling him up so he was leaning against her. Of course, he felt like lead, a deadweight dragging her underwater- in this case, blood. It seemed to leak from his ears, creating rivers on the roof, staining her uniform and gear. This isn't good! this isn't good! her brain yelled. It sounded as if her heart was pounding in her ears, drowning out the screams of civilians, her fellow cadets.

But none of them sounded like Eren.

Turning her head, she saw the Titan raise its fist again.

"I'l be back, Armin- don't do anything stupid!" Mikasa top dyer unconscious comrade as she pushed him off her, pulling herself up to stand as she tugged on her gear, which was slick with Armin's blood. Aiming the wires, she was about to anchor herself so she could get tot eh other roof, when the Titan suddenly let out a deafening roar, and she could see plainly its teeth rattle in its jaw.

"What…?"

The Unidentified Titan came soon after, fist in the air. From the way it was positioned, Mikasa concluded that it had punched the other Titan out of the way. But why? she thought, Titans are not supposed to do that….