Chapter Four ~ Training

A week had passed before the higher-ups officially agreed to allow Levi, Furlan and Isabel to start training and become fully instated members of the Scouting Regiment. It was a long process of debate, constantly rehashing whether having three criminals would be worth the trouble, especially with the 23rd expedition coming around the corner. Erwin argued that they would be a valuable asset to the Regiment and even brought me in to reassure them of the three's skill. One morning it was called to our attention that Commander Shardis wanted all of the Scouting Regiment squad leaders present in the training grounds. The sun high in the afternoon sky, wispy clouds glided over the horizon. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, twirling the leaves on their branches. It was a beautiful day, perfect conditions for an outside meeting.

I glanced around me, surrounded by the squad leaders, wondering why I was even here. I leant into Erwin who was standing beside me, "Why does Shardis want me here?" I asked, my tone hushed as I saw the three standing next to the Commander.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Erwin replied, focusing his eyes forward as the Commander called us all to attention.

"Alright, now you may be wondering why you are all here. Well as some of you are aware, a week ago Section Commander Erwin Smith, Section Commander Mike Zacharius and scout (F/N) (L/N) apprehended these three to join our ranks. They have exceptional skill and with the right training, we can mould them into the perfect soldiers," The Commander announced, his voice carrying over the air like a crashing wave. The three stood there, Levi looking nonchalant while the other two simply smiled casually.

"Introduce yourselves."

Levi stepped forward, his arms crossed over his chest. A white cravat settled neatly around his neck, the collar of his brown jacket a sharp contrast against the snowy white silk. His features emotionless as he spoke, "Name's Levi."

Commander Shardis' face scrunched up as if he had taken a bite out of a sour lemon, "You rookie, need to learn some respect! Now continue."

Levi didn't react to the Commander's harsh words, he just sighed lightly and stepped back as Furlan took the stage, giving the squad leaders a sloppy salute. Isabel then followed with a wide smile on her face, however I tuned them out and kept my gaze trained on Levi. My heart skipping a beat when his cold steel blue eyes met mine. The Commander continued his speech as I turned my gaze away from the ravenette, a blush creeping up my neck.

I had made quick friends with Furlan and Isabel, Levi was still an arsehole. Always insisting that every night we clean the barracks from top to bottom, making sure that there was no speck of dust to be seen anywhere. It was hard, back breaking work, but anything to keep the angry elf happy. He still insulted me on a daily basis but at least he kept to his word in not calling me a bratty bitch again. It was a little awkward at first, staying in the same barracks as two men. Definitely a challenge to keep Furlan away from me when I was trying to get dressed, always insisting on helping me tighten my belts. Both Levi and Isabel would tell him to leave me be, reassuring him that I was a grown woman and could quite easily get dressed by myself, to which Levi would make some sort of snide comment. However Levi was honest, always giving his opinion whether it's wanted or not, and at least there was one thing we had in common. We both have a liking for tea, so at least that was one ice breaker right there.

The Commander finished his speech, welcoming the three into the Regiment officially before announcing that they would be joining Flagon squad, along with me. I gave a sideways glance to Erwin, who smirked at me. His electrifying blue eyes burning into me. Flagon of course argued this issue until the Commander waved it off and dismissed the company, asking the three, Flagon and I to stay behind.

Flagon was a tall man, around the same height as Furlan, with ratty brown hair and muddy brown eyes. His mouth pulled downwards in the corners and his eyebrows always in a constant frown, marring in the space between them with two deep wrinkles. He was lean, nowhere near as muscular as Erwin or Mike and he looked like the wind could snap him in half.

"Flagon, you will start training with your squad tomorrow. I trust you will run through all the basics and make sure that you inform them to the best of your ability on how to skilfully take down a titan?," The Commander asked, his voice stern as he glowered down at the younger male. Flagon stroked his goatee thoughtfully and nodded, his eyes glaring at the three as the Commander bid us farewell and dismissed us.

Levi glowered after the man as Flagon ran through our training schedule for the morning. His thoughts clearly elsewhere as his eyebrows knitted together in a tight frown. I ignored it, hoping whatever had put him in a sour mood will pass by nightfall. I really don't think I could take another verbal attack because my cleaning isn't up to 'his-royal-pain-in-the-arse' standards.

I slowly cracked open one eye as I heard the bed above me creak in protest as Levi shifted. I knew the man was an early riser but come on, it was still dark out. Levi hopped down quietly off his bed, and walked over toward the now clear window. His expressionless face glowed against the darkness, like a beacon of light. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he unbuttoned his night shirt and peeled it off his shoulders, folding it neatly over his arm before placing it over the back of his wooden chair. He reached up onto his toes, stretching his arms above his head into the air. I could hear his back popping from my bed. Both eyes were now staring hungrily at his half naked form.

I was correct in my earlier assessment of his physique. He was rock solid muscle. Every inch of him clad in lean but well defined muscles. His arms bulged with impressive biceps, which on his lean agile figure, could easily put Mike's to shame. The muscles on his back rippled as he continued to stretch, rolling his broad shoulders before he turned to give me an eyeful of his impressive abdominals. However unlike his smooth features, his body was marred with the raw marks of the ODM belts. On his side, a large, ugly, jagged scar. My eyes widened at the scenarios that popped into my mind in how he acquired such a scar, causing me to shudder under my bed sheets. The faint rustling sound was enough to draw attention to myself as I heard Levi sigh, "Enjoying the show brat?" his voice nothing but a quiet whisper.

I froze, noticing how he was staring directly at me. Oh god, please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I screamed internally as Levi took a step closer, his hair ruffled over his features, his face calm.

I gulped as I threw my bed covers off my form and stood, walking over to him. Completely ignoring the fact that I was only wearing my night shirt and underwear.

"Where did you get that scar from?" I asked, pointing at the ugly raised skin on his side. Levi's eyes travelled down to the scar, moving his arm slightly so he could see it better. As he twisted, the scar elongated, revealing it's faded colouration, however it still looked so alien against his smooth porcelain complexion.

"Got stabbed trying to help some kid get away from a disgusting pig!" Levi stated, running his fingers gently across the scar. His eyes hooded with disgust, his lips curling into a sneer at the memory.

"Why?" I whispered, leaning against the bed post, crossing my ankle over the other. His fingers stilled over the scar and his eyes raised up to meet my own, "No one deserves to be abused like that. Whether it be man, woman or child."

I understood then what he meant, feeling disgusted that someone would abuse a child in that way. But then again in the Underground, I could only imagine that it was a regular occurrence.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, folding my hands under my arms, trying not to look as awkward as what I felt.

Levi didn't say anything at first. His eyes just pierced through my (E/C) eyes, burning into my soul as he searched through them. An awkward silence settled between us, the only sounds that could be heard in the room was the soft snores of Isabel and Furlan on the other side of the room.

"Not at first," He said, his voice barely a whisper, "I only noticed it when I started feeling dizzy as I was coming home. Once I got there, Furlan ran for the doctor. But by the time he'd gotten back, I'd already stitched myself up."

I smiled sadly, even injured he was a tough bastard. Levi just shrugged and continued to look out of the window.

"May I?" I asked, my voice barely audible. Part of me hoping that he didn't hear me. But of course he did, sighing gently he moved his arm out of the way from his scar. His eyes flashed with worry as I gently raised my shaky fingers to his side and traced the scar. It's raised edges felt abnormal against his smooth skin. The scar felt rough and hard, as if it didn't heal properly. My fingers skated the jagged lines of the scar, occasionally sliding onto normal flesh. His skin was so soft and smooth beneath my fingers, his warmth flowing through me. I could have spent hours exploring his torso with my hands. I glanced up at Levi through my lashes, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth chewing furiously on his bottom lip. His raven black hair falling over his closed eyes. Seeing this look of clear discomfort, I removed my hands from his body and shoved them under my arms. The residual warmth from his body now leaving my hands cold and tingling.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, bowing my head, my messy hair falling over my eyes.

Levi opened his eyes, steel blue eyes burned into my own as they considered my apology. Momentarily his eyes softened and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Don't be. You were just curious," he mumbled as he turned to the window again. He seemed as though he was lost in thought, minutes passing by without us saying a word. His eyes tracing the environment visible, like if he were to look away it would change into something horrid.

"Why do you keep staring out of the window?" I asked in a confused tone, cocking my head to the side and a small smile etched on my mouth. Levi took a moment before answering, his eyes still focused outside, his chest rising and falling gently with his even breathing.

Levi groaned quietly, rubbing his temples with his long fingers, "You sure ask a lot of questions brat! Especially this early in the morning."

My smile widened and I shrugged. I wanted nothing more than to get into that head of his, find out why Levi is the way he is. If it means asking questions at goodness knows what time in the morning then so be it. Maybe it will help me understand why he is so nonchalant with everyone, why he always looks like he is bored, annoyed or just completely blank and zoned out.

"I want to commit all the sights of the surface to memory," Levi offered, wiping his forehead with the palm of his hand. His eyebrows curved over his feline eyes in irritation.

I frowned, stroking my lip with my fingers, "Why would you need to do that? It's not like you are going back to the underground."

Levi's eyes fell on mine, anger swept through them. His lips pressed into a tight white line, "Nothing is set in stone. We do not have a citizenship up here. Anything could happen," he muttered.

"You're not going back to that awful place," I stated in a stern tone. I crossed my arms over my chest and pushed away from the bed post, standing directly in front of him. My eyes just level with his, "Nothing is going to happen. You will never have to return to that horrible place."

Levi shook his head, his hair flopping over his forehead "You don't know that. One slip up and we'll be shipped back down there or worse," Levi said in a matter-of-fact tone, which indicated that the conversation was over. He folded his arms over his pectorals, his biceps bulging, his eyes softening as they stared down at me. Shit, how am I supposed to concentrate on arguing with you when you stare at me like that...so...damn...distracting...damn it.

I blushed, tearing my eyes away from his and moved over to the trunk at the end of my bed. I was thankful for the low light, at least this way the man wouldn't be able to see what that smouldering stare does to me, and now he has the body to match the stare. I picked out a tan shirt and the rest of my uniform before artfully putting my bra on without removing my shirt.

I heard Levi's iconic 'tch' from behind me and I giggled lightly, "What did you expect a show?" I asked in an overly sweet voice. Levi came up beside me, his footsteps virtually making no sound as he pulled on his white trousers and then sat to tug on his boots.

"No. But my little show wasn't for free brat," He grunted as he tugged on his other boot, before reaching over me to grab his shirt and cravat.

My head whipped up and my eyes stared back at him in alarm, "What do you mean?"

Levi chuckled darkly and glanced down at my startled expression, "Don't worry, I will seek my payment soon enough."

I gaped at him, I was about to ask him what he meant when I heard a loud thud right by the side of me. I turned to find Furlan sprawled on the floor, his eyes glancing up at my backside.

"Um...shit...I...I'm gunna g...go..." He stuttered, scrambling to his feet and running out of the room, his face beetroot red. I burst into a gentle laughter, humming as I slid into my trousers and began the agonising task of the ODM belts.

After a rushed breakfast in the mess hall, due to Isabel being late for waking up, all four of us made our way to the training grounds. Giant trees encompassed the area, rustling gently in the breeze. The baking sun beating down on us, today was going to be a hot one. Perfect conditions for ODM training and getting hot and sweaty, my favourite. I smiled at the thought. It had been a while since I broke out the ODM, last time being the showdown between me and Levi in the Underground. And let's be honest, ODM isn't made for being used underground, what's the point of feeling like you can fly when you have no endless sky above you to marvel at.

I rubbed my hands together as I glanced eagerly up at the trees, my gear clanking at my sides. Flagon was running through the basics of titan physiology and how to effectively kill them. His small eyes glowering at the three beside me.

"(L/N)!" He shouted, turning his calculating gaze onto me. I stepped forward, thrusting my fist to my chest in a salute. My eyes making contact with his muddy brown eyes, regarding him shrewdly.

"Show these idiots how it's done," he insulted, putting clear emphasis on the word 'idiot' as he stared directly at Levi. Levi stared back, his eyes narrowed dangerously, his mouth curling up in a sneer. His jaw clenched and ticking furiously. Oh Flagon, you have done it now. He looks furious.

I thumped my fist against my chest, "Yes sir." I took my triggers out from their holsters at my waist and fixed the blades on the ends. Isabel and Furlan watching me intently as I launched a grapple into a nearby tree and took flight. My body soaring through the air, the wind whipping my hair behind me, allowing loose tendrils from my pony tail to fall and whip around my face. I felt one with my gear as I soared effortlessly through the trees, gracefully dodging the branches and a flock of geese that were heading straight for me. Never breaking their formation as they stared up at me, not batting an eyelash at the sight of a human within their air space. I chuckled lightly to myself, glancing down at the rest of the squad. I could make out one figure jumping up and down, I'd bet my lunch that was Isabel. Furlan just watched along with Levi as I travelled through the air, Flagon and his second in command staring them down, not bothering to pay any attention to me.

I rounded a large tree, spotting a training titan dummy. The wooden cut out of a ten metre titan twisting forward, a large padded area around where the nape of the neck would be. I smiled a menacing smile as I launched for it. Soaring up above the dummy, retracting my grapples before holding my blades out and began to spin, slashing through the material. A large chunk of the padding flew up into the air and plummeted to the ground. I flipped back away from the dummy, assessing my work before I flew forward on a stream of gas. I had cut deeper than the intended mark, but in my book, the deeper you go, the better. The more guarantee that you actually kill the titan. My eyes soon catching onto another dummy as I sling shot myself at the hunk of wood, smiling like a maniac. This is so much fun!

Levi's prov.

I watched nonchalantly as she flew through the air. An aerial huntress, seeking her next victim. Even if her victims happened to be giant planks of poorly shaped humans. The arse of a squad leader explained her movements. Stating the only way to ensure death in a titan is to slash its vital region which happened to be the nape of the neck. Honestly, why have a vital region that is so exposed? It's just asking to be cut into if it is just openly displayed like that. The second in command then proceeded to explain the different classifications of titans, how they can range from 3 metres tall to well over 15 metres, from regular to abnormal.

"Seems like a load of bullshit to me," I whispered to Furlan as the pair of them continued to watch (F/N) as she attacked another dummy.

Furlan shrugged, his eyes also on the woman flying above us. He's got it bad, hasn't been able to take his eyes off her since he caught sight of her posterior earlier that morning. Oh how I envy him in ways, able to show his emotions so clearly. My gaze returned to her, watching her technique. It was impressive to say the least. But she could do more damage if she held her blades differently. I always found holding any blade from the side in a looser grip always increased the depth of the cut.

"Maybe you should give her a private lesson bro," Isabel winked at me. I blinked at her, raising my eyebrows. Isabel burst out laughing, buckling over and slapping her knees. I scowled at her, "What the hell are you on about idiot?"

Furlan stepped in, his gaze harsh and cold as he spoke, "Well you seem to be admiring her technique, but your hand keeps twitching."

I sighed, deadpanning, "Your point being?" Rubbing my forehead and closing my eyes in frustration.

"You think she is holding her blades wrong. So Isabel was saying maybe you should teach her to hold them how you would. If you think it would help her improve her technique," Furlan grumbled, crossing his arms harshly over his chest. Isabel glanced between us, her fiery hair bouncing in their bunches, a massive smile splitting her face.

"As much as I would love to jump at the opportunity, we need to stay focused," I growled, my eyebrows narrowing further at the tall love-struck boy, "We have a job to do."

We all turned back to watch the demonstration, enjoying the morning breeze. The sun warming our backs as we appreciated her graceful approach. (F/N) flew through the air like it was no effort, like there was no pain from the tensing muscles as they fought against the ODM belts. It was as if she was dancing through the air, like a graceful ballerina.

Before long (F/N) landed beside me, her breathing slightly accelerated. The apples of her cheeks dusted with a light flush as she tore her eyes away from mine. It seems that her face only bursts with that rosy hue when I look at her. A fuzzy feeling spreading in my stomach, making me feel nauseous at the thought of me developing feelings for her.

"Fantastic... you are amazing!" A brunette woman with large eye glasses said, practically hopping up and down with excitement. Hmm... Isabel and... oh I will just call her shitty glasses, would make a fantastic team together. I sighed at the thought of two erratic women running around the base, constantly giggling and laughing, Maybe not then.

"Thank you squad leader Hanje," (F/N) smiled, her eyes sparkling as she met the gaze of the excited woman.

Flagon glared at me, his muddy eyes flashing dangerously, "Your turn Levi," he spat, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest. I stepped forward, equipping my gear. I twisted the blades in my hands so I held them to the side and behind me, my fingers loose on the triggers.

"What do you think you are doing!" Flagon shouted, his face turning red at the effort.

I glanced at him, raising one eyebrow, not uttering a single word. I bet if I look hard enough, maybe there will be steam coming out of his ears. Maybe it will fry his brain, the stupid oaf.

"The blades aren't designed to be held like that!" Flagon continued to scold me.

"Tch... all I have to do is slice at the neck, correct?"

The oaf stared dumbfounded at me, "Yes, but holding your blades like that will get you killed."

I clenched my jaw and glared at the man out of the corners of my eyes, "You maybe. I will do whatever I feel like." With that, I flicked a switch and on a puff of gas, flew into the sky at incredible speed. I guess being the height I am has its advantages. I remembered being told by my uncle that being small has its advantages with speed and agility. Being able to slip through smaller gaps and run faster than others. I guess I never really knew what he meant until I started using the ODM gear that Furlan and I had stolen.

I stole a glance at the (H/C) haired woman. She smiled as the shithead got himself worked up, shouting after me. Ordering me to get my arse back to the ground so he could teach me a lesson. Tch... like the little shit could lay a finger on me, I grumbled at the thought. I smirked and retracted my grapples, twisting and weaving in and out of the trees. Out of nowhere a titan dummy appeared, almost causing me to lose control as I slipped through the gap where its neck was.

"Tch, you'll have to do better than that," I growled, my eyes finding the little man as he stamped his foot, probably hoping I would have crashed into the dummy. Twisting, I landed on a tree and launched myself above the dummy, spinning through the air to gain a faster momentum. Rotating my blades as I sliced through my target and swung over to the next wooden bastard. I smiled inwardly as the (H/C) haired female cheered along with Furlan and Isabel, not paying any mind to the arse as he shouted for them to start running laps.

Reader's prov.

After our eventful ODM training session, we made our way to the sparring field for hand-to-hand combat. The dirt field was a large expanse of terrain which could easily hold the whole of the Scouting Regiment at least three times over. Granted there were not many soldiers in the Scouts, but there were sure as hell more of us than there were Military Police, which easily brought a smile to my face.

I was paired with Isabel, Levi with another scout from another squad, Furlan paired with the second in command of Flagon's squad.

"I hope you're ready for this Magnolia," I announced, resuming my fighting stance.

Isabel smiled and cracked her neck, her knuckles and started bouncing on the balls of her feet, "Yeah! Bring it!"

Smiling at her, I toyed with her as I raised my hand and asked her to start. She charged at me, her fist held high as she swung back. I ducked under her arm, elbowing her sharply in the back. Isabel stumbled, grunting as I kicked her knees out from under her. I backed up, my fists high to protect my face as she sprawled on the ground. Her hair ablaze in the afternoon sun, sweat glistening on her forehead and soaking into the back of her shirt.

"Come on, is that the best you've got?" I asked, my brow furrowed as I stared in disappointment at the woman.

Again she charged at me, I kneeled down as she came at me and swung my fist, connecting with her jaw in an uppercut. She fell and landed on her back, her feet sticking up in the air.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I hadn't even broken a sweat as we had sparred. Hanje helped Isabel off the ground and took her over to a bench where she handed her a flask of water.

Flagon looked up from his notebook and pointed his pencil at Furlan who was staring intently at me, "Furlan, your up next."

Furlan approached, swinging his arms in a carefree manner, "You know I am not going to take it easy on you," He smiled, flashing his white teeth, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Famous last words," I smirked.

Within two minutes, Furlan was on the floor coughing and wheezing from a kick to the chest, asking for someone to replace him. I glanced up, noting the appearance of the two Section Commanders. Erwin watching Levi and Mike seemed to be lazing back, glancing occasionally at his notes.

"How about you Section Commander?" I asked, smiling sweetly at the goliath. He smirked and handed his notes over to Erwin as he jumped to his feet, brushing off his white trousers. He took off his jacket, letting it fall to the dusty floor and came to tower over me. He was 6ft 5in and 102kg of pure solid muscle. He could easily beat me with his brute strength, but even I knew that brawn is not all you need to win a fight. I knew for a fact that he doesn't think, he just lets his fist do all the talking for him.

I was rather measly in comparison to the brutish Section Commander, standing at only 5ft 2in and weighing in at only 70kg. The rational part of my mind questioning me, asking me if this was really a good idea.

"You sure you want to do this little lady," He asked in his nasally tone, his mouth twisted into a crooked sneer. He flexed his muscles, his pectorals straining against his tight blue shirt. The second in command of Flagon squad swooned, her eyes fluttering all over the dirty blonde male as he continued his primal display.

"Bring it on!" I challenged, resuming my fighting stance, my fists raised.

Mike shrugged and began to circle me, his back arched and his thick legs crossing over one another as he sidestepped. The blonde smiled menacingly as he prowled around me, his eyebrows raised, a spark flashing in his eyes. His smile widened as he launched at me, his fist elevated. I smirked, shitty move dumbass. I quickly used his knee to elevate myself, jumping and swinging around him so I was hanging off his back like some sort of primate. Gripping his strong shoulders, I kicked both his knees out from under him. Mike fell, trying to make a failed grab for me as I flipped over his flailing arm and landed lightly in front of him. Before he could get up and attack me, I twirled on the spot, roundhouse kicking him in the face. A large smile spread across my face as he grunted, saliva flying out of his mouth as he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Give up, Section Commander?" I asked venomously, putting my hands on my hips. I glanced quickly around, Levi had now stopped sparring with the other soldier, leaning against a tree as he observed my sparing session nonchalantly.

Mike coughed and spat up the blood that formed in his mouth before hoisting himself up. His face etched with fury, "Fuck no, princess!"

I could hear voices as the other squads rushed over to watch. Erwin was regarding me intently, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Hanje by his side, tugging on his arm as she pointed at me like an excited child at a sweet stand.

I raised my fists again, Mike didn't miss this time. He punched at me, missing my face as I used my arm to block, sending my other fist into his hard abdominals. I heard a satisfying crunch as I felt some of his ribs bend under the force of my fist. His face twisted in pain and I punched at him again, sending him hopping back to avoid another onslaught. While he was stunned, I kneed him in the crotch. I wanted to laugh as he stumbled back, falling onto his back, rolling around on the floor, clutching his wounded pride.

I stood up proudly as many of the scouts surrounded me, clapping and cheering. I walked past them and towered over Mike, thrusting my hand to him.

"Thanks," He wheezed as I helped him up. He hobbled over to Erwin who was laughing lightly. His eyes sparkling as his electric blue gaze found mine, smile lines evident around his proud eyes. Mike batted him away and continued to make his way over to the infirmary tent which was pitched up just a little way from the sparring field, his back hunched over and one hand still clutching his manhood.

Furlan and Isabel came barrelling over to me, both cheering as they surrounded me, patting me on the back. Furlan boldly threw his arms around me, crushing me in a bear hug.

"How about you spar with me?" a monotone voice came up from behind me.

I turned slightly, despite Isabel shaking her head vigorously. Furlan sliced the air in an 'X' motion but I took no notice. I faced the ravenette, staring into his cold steel eyes. His face emotionless as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and regarded me intently. A line of sweat over the middle of his pectorals, however his face seemed cool and sweat free.

"I wouldn't want to break that angel face of yours," I said lightly, smirking.

"Tch... I'll worry about my face brat! You worry about yourself," Levi chastised, taking off his jacket and cravat, folding it up and giving it to Furlan before getting into his fighting stance.

The pair backed off as I shrugged, a smile etched onto my mouth as I prepared myself, "Suit yourself."

Oh fuck! Am I really going to do this? I thought, I'm still smarting from the kick in the arse he gave me when I missed a speck, yes a speck, of dust during cleaning a few days prior.

I heard Erwin mutter something to Flagon but I couldn't make out what he said over the pounding in my ears. Mike stopped making his way to the infirmary and hobbled back to join the blonde Section Commander, a oh-shit-you're-in-for-it-now smile flashing across his features.

I got into my stance. My mind running through all sorts of scenarios of which I could come out of this alive. But at least I will learn something from this, whether or not I can beat him or not.

Come on shortass, show me what you've got!

As if he read my mind, he launched himself at me, his fist punching at my side. He had lightning quick reactions, barely giving me enough time to comprehend what was happening before he kicked me in the shin. He swung his leg back for another swipe, but I dodged his kick and punched him square in the jaw. He grunted, stepping back slightly, catching my fist as I punched at him again, twisting my arm. It would have been painful had I not moved with my twisted arm so I was behind him, with his own arm cutting off his airway. I jumped up and kicked his back with both feet. He moved slightly, completely dumbfounding me as he caught his breath and swung around to glare at me.

Fuck, I'm dealing with a machine. My brain going into overdrive as I ran that move in my mind again. Mike had collapsed where as this guy barely moved an inch. Levi straightened, still holding my fist in his own. My eyes widened as he elbowed my in the face, causing me to fall on the floor. My back landing on the floor, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped for air as Levi came to stand over me, his body eclipsing the sun as he held out his hand. But I wasn't done, I wasn't ready to give up just yet. As I was about to grab his hand, I thrusted my foot into the air and kicked him in the crotch, hoping to god that he was human and he would just lie down and take the fall.

His face didn't move from its nonchalant expression, however his eyes contorted with pain as he dropped to his knees and rolled onto his back. His mouth pressed into a grim line, a red flush dusting his pale cheeks. I rolled onto him, straddling him, holding his hands above his head and squeezing his legs together with my thighs. I examined his face where I had punched him, a small purple bruise starting to bloom on his jaw. While I was distracted, Levi took his chance, freeing one of his hands so he could push up and press his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.

My eyes widened as I released his other hand, my mind flitting with all sorts of feelings. Instantly I regretted my decision as he pulled away and used his arms to throw me over his head. I fell onto my shoulders, rolling over quickly to get up onto my knees. I glared up at the ravenette, seeing a smirk tug up on his lips. Cat calls and wolf whistles sounded through the air.

"You motherfucker!" I growled, silencing all sound as I catapulted myself at him. I punched at him furiously, hitting him in the jaw, chest, arms, nose and eye socket. My face bright red with fury as he mirrored my actions, blocking as many of the punches and kicks I threw at him. A fire burning in his nonchalant steel blue eyes as he sidestepped me, making me overbalance before roundhouse kicking me in the back. I shrieked as I fell to the floor, my back aching like hell. A strong hand held mine to my chest as he straddled me, his cold eyes claiming victory has I threw my head back and sighed. Levi stood, the same smirk playing with his lips as he headed over to the other two.

I flung my arm over my eyes, allowing my breathing to come back to normal. My thoughts still reeling that he had the audacity to kiss me, for what. Just to damn distract me enough so he could put me on my arse. A boot gently nudged my shoulder, lifting my arm and squinting I could make out the large tall form of Erwin as he bent over me. His large hand extended to me. I took it gratefully and allowed him to pull me up and set me on my unsteady feet.

"Maybe you and Levi should be dubbed humanity's strongest soldiers," He chuckled lightly as I rubbed my back and side from where the bastard had landed his blows.

I ignored him, wiping my face from the sweat that dripped from my hair. Erwin sighed, a small smile creeping across his face again as he rubbed my back, "I think you did very well. Even if he did use a rather dirty move, in my opinion, to get the advantage." I quickly glanced at him, his blue eyes warm and soothing as his long fingers dug into the aching spot on my back. I pushed his hand away, a scowl appearing across my face at the thought of the kiss.

"Tch...whatever Erwin," I grumbled, stumbling as I stalked my way back to the barracks. A Pair of concerned steel eyes following my retreating form.