The expedition was going unusually well, titan spotting's and casualties were extremely low, but there was a suffocating tension in the air. Soon enough things changed in the most unfortunate of ways.

"Captain Levi, Sir! The right flanks have been wiped out by a horde of titans, orders for the command squadrons to ride through the forest up a head have been given!"

With those words the soldier who relayed the worrisome message returned back to his squadron, his voice never wavered but the fear in his eyes was present the entire time he spoke, which confirmed the extreme gravity of the situation.

Quickly digesting the information given Levi began to direct his squad and the 104th trainees, changed directions and signaled them to follow him. While they rode he could hear the fearful whispers from the rookies which worsened the already strained atmosphere, but when the group neared the large trees the same feeling that he had the night before returned full force, something would change, he just hoped whatever shit was going to take place, that it wasn't going to screw them over.


Stopping by the bloody massacre, he made sure to use his heightened senses to their fullest extent to hopefully detect any form of life, but he was only met with a deafening silence. Clenching his fists, he turned away from the dead soldiers and began to prepare for his return to the forest he had called home for years. Making sure to make quick work of the surrounding titans, before burying the soldiers or what remained of them. As he flew through the skies with his gear he couldn't help but feel the sting of regret in his heart. If only he was fast enough.

Nearing the entrance of the forest he caught new scents, maybe an ten minutes old at most, so with new vigor he propelled himself forward, his face was etched into pure determination. No more people were going to die, he wasn't going to fail again.

At the speeds he was traveling with, it took him only five minutes to catch up to the soldiers, when he finally broke through the branches, he analyzed the situation. Twenty titans were surrounding them from all angles, and he could see the struggle they were going through to take them down. Without wasting any more time he jumped down from his perch and began the hunt.


As he continued to slay titans, Levi knew the odds of most of them surviving were diminishing rapidly. Even with their experience and skills, if back up didn't make it in the next ten minutes they were done for. He could hear the screams of Arlert who failed to respond fast enough and was caught in the hand of a fifteen meter beast, but before he could do anything, a flash of black entered his vision. Before he knew it the titan was slain, and Arlert was torn away from the titan and deposited on a safe perch, where Mikasa and the rest of his friends swarmed around him to verify that he wasn't extremely hurt.

The cloaked figure didn't waste any time and slipped through the worried soldiers and jumped down, continuing to slay the beasts in a manner that could only be described as humanity's rage incarnated. Once Arlert was deemed well by a concerned Mikasa, they turned to address the mysterious person, only to realize that he was gone. Looking down, they saw the figure move, relentlessly slaying titans in a series of complex maneuvers, only seen in elite members and veterans like Captain Levi. He moved with a precision and agility that could have rivaled their Captain, but as he moved to dodge the swipe of a ten meter titan, he was caught in the hand of a eight meter that managed to move behind him.

The sight shocked them all, but Mikasa quickly broke out of the daze and jumped down, she was set in repaying the debt she owed this person for saving Armin.

And she was intent in completely paying it.


He was caught in the titans vice like grip, if he didn't move now he was going to be eaten. Feeling the strain in his abdomen, he could hear his ribs being crushed under the force and the agony that surged through his veins. He had to transform it was his only option, as he prepared to draw blood, he was suddenly released, and took the opportunity to swing to a nearby tree. As soon as his feet touched the sturdy wood his legs collapsed underneath him, bringing him to his knees. The agony surging through his veins had him panting, he could see black spots beginning to adorn his vision, threatening to take away his consciousness, but he willed them away. He wasn't done yet.

As he composed himself, and began to rise on unsteady legs a monotone voice addressed him. "I wouldn't go back down there, brat, you're in no condition to fight." Startled he swiveled around jostling his injuries, causing a whimper to rise from the back of his throat and put shaky hand to around this abdomen in an attempt to get rid of the pain.

A spark of concern flashed through his eyes as he heard the whimper make its way from the figure. Was it possible that the injuries were life threatening?

"Oi, brat are you..." ,however before he could finish the person had already jumped down, but behind the black cloak he caught a glimpse of shinning green eyes. Widening his eyes in an unusual display of shock Captain Levi wasted no time before going after him. 'That idiot!' 'Did this person have a death wish?!'

Gliding after the mysterious person, he couldn't help but notice in slight amazement (not that he would ever tell anyone) that even with critical injuries, they were fast.


His ribs were on fire, the pangs of white hot pain were invading him in waves, making difficult to breathe. He could hear the whirling of 3DM gear somewhere behind him, shifting his body slightly, took a shaky, pain filled breath and ignored the pain till it was only a dull throb. It was going to fix itself eventually.

He Had a Job To Do, Dammit! And Like Hell Was He Going To Be Stopped!

Unexpectedly the figure shifted and sped up, the moron was going after a fifteen meter. 'Was the brat on a suicide mission?' Annoyed Levi made a move to follow, but he had two five meters to get rid of, with some vertical and horizontal slashes Levi brought the titans down and continued to follow, making sure to get rid of the titans in his path. 'Whoever this person was, they had lots of questions to answer.'


Watching wide eyed from the his perch, as the stranger slayed titans left and right, Armin couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about the figure. The way he carried himself screamed out Eren, but that was impossible...right? Eren had died years ago when the titans breached Wall Maria, at least they never found him after the survivors were relocated into Wall Rose, so it was probably the nerves playing tricks on him. Yeah, that was probably it. Nerves.

There was no use reopening old wounds anyway, it wouldn't do anything, especially in their current situation.