Sorry for the super long wait, but now I have tons of writing time!
Also, this will be the last in the series.
Titans terrified Armin. And honestly, who wouldn't be scared of them? Armin looked in MIkasa and Levi's direction.
Oh yea...
Armin looked in front of him just in time to see a titan's wide open mouth in front of him. the blond nearly retched at the smell, and only barely got away in time. He rounded about the titan's neck, and began hurtling towards the titan's nape. Closer... Closer...!
There was a blur, and a splash of blood, and the titan fell to the ground, dead. "There goes my first kill," Armin muttered under his breath as he looked up to see the cloaked man standing in front of him. "It's you again! Thank you for-"
The man leapt off the building before Armin could finish his sentence. "Jeez," Armin muttered before heading towards the next titan.
Armin fell to the ground with a sickening snap. "Gah!" He exclaimed, seeing his leg being twisted at an awkward angle.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The sounds of titanic (I'm sorry, I had to.) footsteps got louder with every subsequent step. A large shadow loomed over Armin's quivering form. He looked up slowly, seeing the titans smiling red face above him. Armin's vision went white with pain as the titan grabbed him, slowly bringing the soldier up towards it's grinning mouth.
Armin closed his eyes, waiting for it all to end, when once more, hot blood splashed in this face. He reluctantly opened his eyes to see the red-haired man severing the tendons of the titans wrist.
Springing backwards, he stabbed the nape of the titan's neck so far, that the tip of the sword sliced through the front of the neck's skin. The titan gurgled, then began to fall. The man jumped up, but ended up directly in the path of a jumping abnormal. Armin's eyes widened as the monster closed it's massive jaws down on the man's waist, splitting him in half.
The man instantly exploded into shards, startling Armin. The young soldier. found it hard to breath for a moment, then the world went black.
Armin limped down the street. It had been a day since the attack. Armin had awoken in the hospital screaming. Armin stood where the man had died, gazing down the street, as if trying to find something out of ordinary.
Surprisingly enough, he did.
Armin kneeled down, picking up a small card lying on the street. On it was the title, Gorz, the Emissary of Darkness, and a picture of the man. Armin stared at the picture until it began to rain. Armin put the card in his jacket pocket and limped away in his crutches.
I hope I see you again, someday... Gorz.
*Sniff* I promised myself I wouldn't cry...
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