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Armin stared for a few more seconds up at the blonde haired boy with those startling multicoloured eyes. They bore down into him like a merciless pair of swords, like the other boy was just as big an inconvenience to him, as another Titan appearing would be. It was the look that Armin was always scared that all the others on the squad would give him whenever they go out on patrol.
His eyes were an spectacle of lights and colours. Like the Northern lights them very selves from Armin's books had come from their black and white page, their ink set descriptions and decided that life would be best served, taking place in those harsh glaring orbs which were the boy's eyes. His skin was a soft peachy colour, tainted like porcelain when a burst of fire swept light over them, but in the shadows of the night right now, it blended in quite harshly like a chameleon to it's surroundings. Meaning that the lustrous warmth of the colour, became nothing less than a harsh and relentless ash grey. His hair moved forward and bristled like leafs on trees in a summer breeze. The crimson highlights could have been confused for human blood, though the platinum of the blonde glistened fresh like silver and gold star light. Such a strange combination.
The girl however, though they claimed the similar last name, seemed nothing alike in appearance. Her skin was a darker more light, caramel like colour in appearance and tone. Her hair was midnight black and even in it's tied back ponytail, it seemed to reach down almost to her waist in length. The gleam in it seemed almost complimented by the dancing and movement of the burning village background. Like she or the burning destruction of fire didn't seemed to belong, one without the other.
Her eyes were just as dark as her hair and just as mercilessly cold. They held no warmth, no recognition, no sense of enjoyment or dislike. They were just empty. There seemed to be absolutely no care one way or the other. They were half rested though her body was slightly tensed, her heeled black leather boots were turned, with the point out, her posture showing she was ready to spring at a moments notice. Like the boy she wore the exact same uniform though her boots were heeled instead. But something told Armin that she had no problem with them either way.
She tilted the point of her double edge sword under his chin and Armin had to tried and avoid noticing the fact that the blade was so sharp against his throat, and was sliding closer down his chin, that when he swallowed out of a nervous twitch, he felt a line of blood well up and trickle down his chest where the blade scratched and sliced open the skin ever so slightly. The blade is so sharp... what the hell kind of blade is that!
"Don't." She said quietly.
In the flash of a movement, her sword was then pointed at Eren's throat. Her eyes piercing into him, far massively deeper than they had done with Armin. She had barely glanced over him, barely paying attention to him except for the fact that he was exactly where she wanted him. But the way she looked at Eren? It was strange. She looked at him in every single way that Armin had seen most people do. Like he was family, a friend... dare he say, she looked at him with half lidded eyes, so full to the brim at that split second that...
She looked at Eren almost as though he was a lover.
Armin's best friend obviously hadn't missed that look as he was now growing scarlet under her gaze as one of her heeled boots crushed down onto his chests and her sword pointed under his throat. His emerald eyes staring up at her as he seemed to be trying very difficult not to speak or move at all, for fear of being impaled onto the blade or the sharp of her heel, which was beginning to dig deeper into his skin. His uniform was torn into pieces from where the Titan had almost crushed him and sliced him with it's teeth.
The girl's eyes noted over him, staring hungrily at the exposed patches of sin as she moved her eyes further and further across his form, making more and more visual notes of him. Armin could see it now. She wasn't just looking over him, she was evaluating him! There was such an intense intelligence behind those eyes that they seemed to be overwhelmed by a complete destruction of an impassive mask.
Immediately, he could understand just how deadly an enemy she would make right about now.
"Listen, we're not the enemy here! We were just-"
"Eyes up here." The boy purred in a silky voice.
Now he didn't sound so rough, Armin could notice there was an intense soothing note to his voice. It was soft and seemed to resonate on all the exact same perfect levels. There was something quite stunning about it. His eyes automatically seemed to move so that there was a deceptively calmer side to him, yet just as well, that aura of something cold lingered around him. Behind the glisten of his eyes, behind that strange and twinkling voice, Armin could see something behind it. But he just couldn't seem to manage to see one part of his feature long enough to figure it out. The boy's eyes kept changing ever so slightly, his face was completely unreadable! He was like the most frustrating book in which you were trying to find your favourite page in, while blindfolded. That small clip of text which Armin was desperately trying to locate.
He was giving absolutely no chance to find it.
So Armin did what would have been the next best thing. He let his eyes move along the length of the blade which the boy was holding.
It didn't seem like most normal most blades. The double edged lengths shined out with that strange tone and lighting of colour, but something else seemed to be dominant, a dark aura glowing and glancing off it. How most normal blades would glisten and glow brighter, this one seemed to draw the light in, like it was trying to shine but on it's own terms. By taking out the light around it and glowing its own way.
The boy shifted the blade slightly and Armin was a flash of light slide down it before the boy span out another length sword and pointed it at Eren's face.
The handle was wound black leather that had a lining of silver stars embalmed into the material. Morgenstern... why does that sound familiar? He frowned inwardly, trying to place the name and why it meant something to him. "What are you? Are you with the Omega clan? The hound runners? The Deplhinine worshipers? Or just a bunch of puppies that strayed too far from home." His voice curled around Armin's head and filled him completely. Looking into him with eyes that were the deadliest and harshest, but there also seemed to be something else behind it.
"Wh-What are you doing!"
All suddenly turned and the silver haired boy's eyes softened as he took in the sight of the young boy who had been flooded out of the Titan's stomach with Armin. The kid was small and looked so completely broken and lost in a world where nothing seemed to be making sense any more. The boy's ember red eyes seemed to be drowned out by the fresh tears which were making their way down his face. His damp crimson hair was matted with the blood of those who were inside of the Titan.
No seven year old should have that look frozen across their face.
This was the boy's home which was burning around him. His family, predictably was with the destroyed corpse of his mother inside that now dead Titan which was now melting apart, letting it's flesh dissolve and fall away in clumps to the side, showing clean white ribs and a skeleton.
Armin and Eren hadn't been much older themselves when they had witnessed something similar to their own home. "Jasmine." The silver haired boy stated.
Once more another sword was pointed between Armin's eyes as the boy turned towards the seven year old. "Don't you do anything to him!" Armin screamed.
"Bonjour le petite Garcon. Je veux que vous restiez calme pour moi." (translation: Hello small one. I want you to stay calm for me.)
"Je suis juste peur!" The boy exclaimed, only realising after a moment that he seemed to have slipped into the other words. (translation: But I am scared!)
"Je comprends, mais vous devez être courageux juste un peu plus longtemps." (translation: I understand, but you must be brave just a little longer.)
"What the hell?" Eren stared with wide eyes.
"How do you know that language?" The boy whimpered, sniffling softly as he looked like suddenly, there may be some hope, however small it was.
The silver haired boy, what had his name been... Henry? Harry? Whatever his name was, he seemed to have stuck some silent accord with the boy. "Because it was passed down to me, just as it was to you."
"We still have a job to do." Jasmine stated looking Eren over with a complete hypnotised but her voice was lighter than the breeze which drifted through, wafting the metallic stench of fresh blood into them.
"Get your hands off him! Step away from the kid! He's just a boy!" Armin screamed, he looked over at Eren who had fresh blood dripping from his hand and down his wrist. Damn it, this is a bad time for that not to be working!
But Harry only looked back at him as though he was completely insane. "You think I'm going to hurt him?"
A momentary lapse of shock burst through his eyes followed by an instantaneous flash of intense anger and growing hatred. All going further in a flash of a second, displacing itself faster than the falling ash. Armin found his confidence himself growing a bit more angry and frustrated as he tried to get his head clear enough to make a plan to deal with this situation. But right now, the best he could do would with what was going on was to keep these two talking.
He squared his jaw and locked gazes with the other boy, tilting his head up and staring with desperation. "You have swords pointed at our necks! You attacked us! Of course we're scared you may hurt him! Now just let him go!"
"He has nothing to fear from us. He's part of our mission." Harry stated, his hand sliding down to rest on the handle of the sword he had sheathed. The handle was in the shape of a star with a ruby encrusting. It was very beautiful and very artistically made. "And as for you, we just saved your skin." His voice curled from it's soothing whisper to a razor edge like that of the two blades he was carrying.
"You're have weapons at our throats!"
"Because I don't trust you."
Jasmine was the one who had spoken this time. Her eyes locked coldly onto Armin, while her heel dug deeper onto Eren's chest, making the boy cry out slightly. "What are you. I know the Omega clan were looking for new people but-"
Harry slowly parted from the side of the boy, after having taken off his jacket and wrapped it around the kid's shoulders for warmth. His eyes were still their kaleidoscope of changing emotions, constantly never giving Armin a chance to get a read on one thought process or idea which may be going through the boy's head.
Suddenly his hand curled around Armin's collar and hoisted the boy off his knees so they were just beneath eye level. Their gazes locked and unwavering as ash blew towards them.
Everything seemed to slow down as Harry looked him over. His eyes seemed to pierce far deeper than any dagger, weapon or force ever could. They completely demolished beneath his skin and into his very soul. Searching him out completely and indifferently as though Armin was just a toy to him. "Listen, I have not slept for a couple of days. I've been hunting down Titans and now I've got to go and explain to a boy that his parents and family are dead, his home is obliterated and that he will never get to see them again." His eyes for the first time revealed just how exhausted they were, and more frighteningly how full of hatred and anger they were.
It was amazing to think that the orbs of pure darkness, the eyes which looked into Armin's soul right now and inspired fear, that boiled over with hatred, that were an inferno of loathing was the same person who a second ago had held such a complete calm mask over himself.
He jerked Armin forward so that his voice was only audible to him. His lips sent tingles across the other blonde and trembles down Armin's spine as lips brushed his ears. "If you're a Omega... if you belong to the Delphinine's... if your even just a hound runner. I promise you. I swear, I will make you wish that Titan had killed you. Because I will make your death as painful as possible."
His voice was so seductively soft, sweet, calm, purring like a loving cat, yet his voice was the coldest and most malicious sound that had ever wrecked through Armin.
Armin's eyes began to slowly widen as fear began to thrill through him. At the same time, he couldn't understand why, but his heart was picking up pace faster and faster, not just for the reason of the fear. Something else was making his blood flow pick up. Maybe it was because the other boy was so close to him, maybe it was because of the way the boy wielded his voice like a seductive weapon. "What do I have to tell you! We're not! We were out on a scouting mission! We're just scouts! We come out from our town and fight off the Titans! That simple! We saw the fires and a small squad of us broke off to see what was wrong! We came across the village!"
Armin tried to focus his mind through the growing sense of fear and noticed Harry's breathing stuttered ever so slightly.
"Who are you!"
Harry lazily looked over to where Eren had shouted at him and his sister.
The ink haired boy glared at them both, though his eyes were still a little hung up looking at Jasmine. Something in them seemed unable to do anything but linger on her slightly. His eyes were still circled with blood. His palms sliced open and now he was coated in a thin layer of ash which lined his torn clothes and hair. He tried to push himself up slightly but found the point of the sword restricted him to the very smallest of movements. "You corner us! We were only watching our backs! We tried to help out these people! We tried to save them! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU-"
Silence filled the air with an arc of blood as Jasmine kicked her boot cleanly into the side of Eren's face.
Harry's eyes bore further into Armin's before he let go slowly. "EREN!" The blonde screamed, moving away from Harry but only finding that a wave of pain exploded through his body, setting his nerves on fire and making him cry out.
"Your leg is hurt." He stated.
Armin looked down to see the thick impression of a wide tooth mark set along the side of his leg where the Titan must have bit him earlier. The adrenaline and high of the moment must have distracted him from it. But now it would pose a problem. How would he be able to get out of here.
Harry grabbed the sword in the right sheath of his belt and flipped it into his palm, letting the blade catch the light momentarily before his fingers curled around the handle. "Wait? What are you doing?!" Armin's eyes widened as the other boy wielded the weapon with an impassive face and cold set eyes.
The sword raised in a deadly arc.
Armin braced for the cold metal to come and slash him apart. To slit his throat, to slice him apart, what ever fate that it had decided to end his life by.
But no pain came.
After opening his eyes from the tight closed grimace they had been frozen in, he saw that the blade had not even scratched his skin in the lightest form.
The right of his trouser leg was cut off just above his thigh in a perfect and clean slice.
Armin stared for a moment, staring as though he could see some kind of wound which wasn't there. But there was absolutely nothing! The skin hadn't been touched in the smallest bit! It was astounding! His mind began reeling off the capabilities, the skill, the intensity of the focus which must have gone into honing a skill like that. To be able to wield the weapon in that way.
It explained how he was able to cut into the Titan and get them out of it.
But he still just couldn't understand how-
"Many years of practice. Long hours into the nights. Luck. A few life or death situations to wake me up to realise just how much in this world a skill like it would be needed... and a lot of practice dummies." Harry mumbled the last part though he knelt down now next to Armin's leg, looking over the wound critically, inspecting it from every possible angle before he reached up to his shoulders and tore the sleeves away from his shirt. "Jasmine." He didn't even need to look up as he caught her jacket which she tossed to him without a moments hesitation. The team work between those two... they don't even need to speak to be able to work together! But I guess that helps in his case. So what... he reads minds and-
"No I don't read minds and thank you. We do take deep pride in our team work skills." He kept those strange eyes on the wound as he folded the jacket into a pillow. "Now lean back, one of your morons tried to use a agent on their weapon. I need to clean your blood." His face became as readable as a blank slate of stone.
Armin did as he was told, watching as Harry tied one of the ripped sleeves around the area just above the bite mark. "Poison doesn't work on Titans. They can regenerate and heal themselves far faster than it takes for the poison to even begin to cause a state of damage to their blood supply. Just be ready okay? This may feel a bit... strange. If it gets too much, just say so and I will quickly give you something to help relieve the pain. He reached behind his belt pulling out a small vial, about the length of his index finger. The liquid was completely clear, though when the light caught on it, it became as colourful as Harry's eyes.
Removing the cork, he pushed his finger over the lid and let the liquid place a single drop along his lips. He left out a slightly shaky breath. His eyes suddenly beyond focused. "Remember, if it begins to feel too weird, just say something, but I need to clean the blood, if that agent spreads any longer it could be fatally harmful."
"W-What?! Wh-what are you going to-AH."
Jasmine crouched in front of Eren as the boy sat up and caught his breath. His gaze was a little more focused than usual, as he kept moving his gaze up to meet her eyes. She had a piece of cloth and was dabbing at the blood around his face, trying to clean him off as best she could. "So what, now you're looking after us! A moment ago it seemed like you were going to execute us!"
"Wouldn't you have said, enough have died today? Enough kids have become orphans. Enough lovers have become widowers. Enough people have lost family? What would be the point in sending you to hell too. The day is to early. Besides, my brother can sniff out a liar from miles away. If we had wanted to kill you, then we would have let your friend die from blood poisoning and you from blood loss." Her eyes flickered up momentarily and Eren finally got a decent enough chance to take a more detailed look at her.
She was certainly beautiful in a dark way. She held herself confidently with complete certainly in every way. Every movement was complete with assurance, knowing that she looked perfect while doing it. Her strange uniform seemed to bring out everything about her. The cold look in her eyes as she examined him. The appearance of her personality which to belong with the contrasting crimson and black. Her lips included in that crimson toning. Her warm skin was a nice difference to the background of cold burning waste.
The fires were beginning to die out now, an ash blanket being all that was left behind. The ruins of the village around them was becoming far more evident as the corpses of Titan skeletons littered the roads. People sat crying under the heavy black cloud of the sky, the sunlight barely managing to even attempt to break through with the rising dawn. "Not enough Titans." Eren finally said quietly. "Not enough Titans have died."
Jasmine froze at that. Her hand freezing where it rested against Eren's cheek, the cloth soaking with water and blood. Eren shouldn't have blushed as he knew it certainly wasn't any sign of affection but only of her lost for a moment in the heavy depths of her thoughts. The very weight of everything around them seemed to be making itself known. "You couldn't have done anything." He finally said quietly. "You did everything you could. It was a surprise attack, none of us were ready for it. You couldn't have-OW!" He barked as her glare shot back to him as she lifted herself back to the world around her. She had pushed slightly harder than necessary against one of the open cuts. Her glare making sure that it was known, she didn't want to talk about it. "You're lucky. They are shallow damage." She said, steering the topic away, but something in her wanted to make it clear and be the last one to close the topic. "I know that we couldn't have done much. But it's our duty. We fight for those who cannot. This village is just another reminder of our failures."
Another? Eren thought to himself, watching the way that Jasmine seemed to drift off into her own thoughts again. He knew that right now wasn't the best time to chase her up on it, and what she meant. Barely ten minutes ago, she had been completely uncaring whether she would have slit his throat or not.
But still... there was something about this girl. Something that he just couldn't place in his mind as he look at her. It was like while she was close to him, his perception seemed to shift ever so slightly. The first point in his gaze that he always found his eyes going to, was her in front of him. No matter what was going on, he found that he couldn't shift his gaze to stop focusing on her.
It was like when he was focusing during the middle of a battle. He just couldn't seem to shake that feeling.
"There. You're good to go kid." She stated, making him frown as she wrung out a wet cloth. Kid?! They looked the exact same age!
"So you must not be from around here." He began, trying to get into the reason that she had seemed so implacable in recognising his uniform. Most people would have recognised it, hell! He hadn't thought there was anyone who didn't recognise it! The stories of the scouts who go out and fight the Titans was heard everywhere! But still... something she and that boy had mentioned? The Omega Clan? The Delphinine worshippers? The hound runners? He had never heard of absolutely any of them!
So why did they seem so familiar with them, and not any of the scouts?
Jasmine paused for a moment, leaning back in her seat she had made on the remains of which had been a stone wall of a house. She had now taken a sideways seat on it, letting one leg dangle down without a care as she stared up at the long black cloud which seemed to reach every horizon of sight. She reached behind her and pulled her hair free so it caught in the breeze and began to sway ever so softly. She pulled off her jacket and let it drape over one shoulder making the insignia on the back clear for the first time.
It was a pair of two black wings draped and overlapping each other on a star.
"Strange insignia..." He said quietly.
"Which question would you rather I answer first?" Her voice cut through him, making him startle ever so slightly.
He made a mental note that he would have to be careful around her. Ears like that heard far more than just the words which escaped into the air of conversation. "We come from a village. Over the mountains and forests." She began quietly, staring up at the sky. "Far away from here. About a months journey. But we haven't been home for some years now." Her eyes and gaze became distant, as though the thoughts of her home seemed to draw her back away from the scene of disaster around them.
"That can't be possible!" Eren frowned. "I heard the stories! The last of our kind were rounded up and put into the cities as a last defence!"
"You're right. But there are some homes which even your city don't know about." Jasmine closed her eyes and lent her face back, as though she was bathing in sunlight and not the still ember and low lit fires of the village.
"How did you manage to build walls to keep the Titans out-"
"We didn't need walls." She said casually.
"You're lying!"
"Our home was not in the sunlight as yours was, kid." She said with a sharp glare. Her eyes burst open so quickly that Eren flinched back at the sharpness and the darkness behind them which were fuelled to indicate just how much this was beginning to annoy her. "Our village was buried, we used the warmth of the underground to kindle our bones. We channelled the light of the sun and used underground reservoirs for drinks. We never lived in fear of the Titans fearing us... but a fear which came true the longer time passed by." She trailed off for a moment, seeming to stare through Eren once more as though he was only a ghost of her attention.
"What fear was that?"
She stayed quiet for a moment, still lost behind the silent memories she seemed unwilling or too nervous to share. "It means my family's name." She finally said.
"What?"
"The symbol on our jackets. How you wear the symbol of what I take it, is your scouts?" She looked over at him, waiting for him to confirm what she already knew. "We wear our symbols by our families. Each family is forced to wear their own colours, each are assigned to a different part of our home, you're identified and recognised by it. No one cares for your name, only your families. It is drilled into you from birth. You are worth nothing except for that of the strength f your families history."
"That's horrible!"
"That was why we survived." She stated coldly.
"And what about your brother? You and him I mean? Why aren't you at your home."
"My brother and I..." Jasmine looked at her brother for a long moment before letting out a soft sigh. "That is a long story. A story which one day I may even tell you. But for now, know that we are simply passing through, moving where we are needed most. At the moment, that seems to be here. My brother is skilled with a sword and is charmed with a green thumb to be able to put together a good amount of medicine with the various medical herbs he can grow. That was what was passed down to him and he takes pride in his skills. He makes a good carer for the ill and a keen soldier in the field." She smiled fondly at him.
"And what about you? What skills do you take such pride in."
Jasmine gazed into Eren's eyes for a long moment. Her face completely blank and devoid of any trust or anything which would have even given the notion towards her thinking about telling him what ever it was she thought she couldn't have told him.
"A-Agh!"
Both turned their heads over to where Armin was laid back, though he had propped himself up slightly on one elbow. His eyes half lidded as his breaths drew like stutters in a public speech. Harry was crouched over Armin's bare right leg and had his lips against the wound. "Uh... what?!" Eren stared with wide eyes. "Armin!? Are you blushing!"
The blond seemed to find himself unable to answer that at the moment. It felt as though a inferno was burning through his body with the cool of a winter blizzard just behind it to relax his muscles from their deep ache. The wound felt as though it was no longer the centre of pain on his body, but now the centre point of exploding bliss which was now causing him to find that he couldn't want anything more than those lips against his thigh.
Harry pulled back slightly looking at the deep cherry blush which was running across Armin's cheeks. "Are you okay? If it hurts I need you to tell me."
"N-No. Your lips-No! It's okay!" He turned a brighter pink but Harry simply rose an eyebrow before going bac to sucking out the infected blood and spitting it to the side. Armin really couldn't imagine a better feeling wrecking through his body, there couldn't be a better feeling.
But the way those lips caressed his skin... that wasn't exactly helping his blush either.
He couldn't help the slight whimper which escaped when Harry's lips pulled back. "I hope that didn't hurt to me." Harry said softly, looking over the wound before reaching into the pack on his belt and pulling out fresh bandaging and setting it to one side. "You may feel a few groggy side effects, they won't last, but mostly it will mean you will feel very sleep for a while, or a bit tipsy." Harry gave a soft smile then watched as Armin gave a responding one.
He closed his eyes slowly and listened to the effect of his body. It felt as though he was resting on an endless flow of water. The sound of Harry nearby with a herb bowl, grounding together various leafs and plants was almost musical. The crackle of the fire was a warm melody. "I feel so... strange." He whispered softly, half opening his eyes again and looking over to the other boy.
The seven year old boy was sat not too far away, watching Harry's movements with keen eyes, though Harry himself went about the work with complete confidence. Smiling to himself at his patient. "The medicine I put on my lips. It's a little concoction that I made. It's a very dilute muscle relaxant with my own unique little cleanser. It means that while your muscles relax, it can move through your body faster and clean out your blood faster."
"Why use your lips?"
"Because of this."
Harry suddenly lent forward and place a kiss against Armin's neck. Instantly the blond tense up but as the lips massaged against the skin and Armin couldn't help but let out a soft whimper relaxing into the touch. "That's why." Harry whispered softly. "Your muscles contracted and then relaxed, drawing the medicine straight off my lips while I could get the infected blood out your system."
"I-It wasn't because you wanted t-to kiss me?" Armin whispered then instantly slammed his hands over his mouth and blushing bright red.
"And that would be some of the side effects." Harry laughed. "Don't worry."
Armin hissed out between his teeth as the boy tipped his fingers into the milky coloured paste from inside the bowl. It stung for a couple of seconds as Harry gently ran it along the length of the wound. He made a gentle hushing sound, softly evening it out "It will sting for a while, but it will help." He set to the job of wrapping the bandage around the blonde's leg till he was happy that there was enough support. "Okay, so we've got to get moving."
The red haired boy was instantly at his side and was given an amused smile. "You hold onto that jacket for me okay Kiddo?" He ruffled the damp crimson hair and the boy nodded, pressing closer to his side.
An distant sound like an explosion of thunder broke across the land.
Even Armin in his sedated state suddenly shot his head up to look as in the distance, silhouettes shifted against the early morning.
Harry turned his gaze over his shoulder to his sister. We can't stay here longer. He poured his words into his gaze and nodded in the direction of the horses they had arrived on. You think we can put enough distance between us and them in time? He seemed uncertain for a moment as his sister seemed to glare in the direction of towering giants.
If we can't.
Jasmine's glare became darker and deeper. The hatred boiling in the pits of them would have made any human turn and run for their lives screaming.
If they do catch up with us... then all you have to do is leave it to me. She tossed him her only sword and he caught it expertly, holding it out to Eren.
"What about the others in the village!" Eren exclaimed.
"They will have been taken underground. There are various passages, even the underground sewers. The others will have got the people evacuated by now." Harry stated.
"How can you be sure!"
"I can't!" The silver haired blond gritted his teeth.
Jasmine clicked her knuckles and neck with a fresh dark glare. "Can you ride?" She looked over at Eren who gave a nod. "Good. Keep a hold of that sword and the kid."
"You're going to leave your sister defenceless!?" Eren shouted as Jasmine shoved him in the direction towards the horses.
"You may not know a lot of things about us." Harry began, taking a moment to whisper something quiet in that other language to the boy who nodded, looking slightly more confident. "You should learn that, most importantly." He climbed onto the saddle of the horse, wrapped his arms around Armin's waist in front of him and holding the reins. Hyeh!" He bellowed, taking off with a strong gallop as the horses reared then rocketed forward along the ash ridden path.
Jasmine stood strong and hard shouldered, glaring towards the oncoming monsters as lightning arced through the clouds above her and thunder boomed like a monster.
She stood there for a moment before turning on the spot and taking the last horse they had brought with them and falling in line behind the others.
"What?" Eren barked. "What do I have to learn."
"My sister is never defenceless." Harry grinned.
Both looked over their shoulders as for the first time, in the darkness of the early morning and the lightning of the storm, Eren felt true trembles of fear spill down his spine at the sight of this girl.