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''Titans!'' Speech

''Titans!'' Thoughts

Nile Dawk, commander of the Military Police Brigade, considered himself to be a very rational human being. He always prided himself for looking at every possible option and outcome before making a decision. Therefore, he was never totally committed to one way. So, when all hell broke loose in the interior and the Garrison started to rebel against the fraud king and the nobility who controlled him, Nile was incredibly indecisive deep down.

He knew his heart was loyal to the nobility who had managed to keep everything peaceful for one-hundred years, but the lie they had put forth was mind boggling and had angered him beyond comprehension. ''I wonder,'' he thought with gritted teeth as he ordered his men to stand their ground and defend the interior with everything they had, ''what other secrets they are hiding if they have to resort to such a lie.''

''Listen up, men! Don't let the Garrison come beyond this line. They are not allowed, under any circumstance, to get inside the palace and confront the king and the nobility, understood?''

''Sir, yes sir!'' they all yelled loyally.

''Because after this is over,'' Nile thought, loading his rifle with a sour taste in his mouth, ''I will confront the royal families myself.''

His tactic against the Garrison was simple, he'd set up a three-layer defense around the palace where every ring of fire would be back-up for the next ring. Heavy artillery in the back, light artillery in the middle and the foot soldiers at the front line. Since they were defending, they had all the advantage in the world.

''The area is secured and most civilians have been safely evacuated, so if there's going to be any more blood spilled today, it'll be all people who've sworn with their lives to protect the state. Now we only have to wait for the Garrison to arrive.''

Nile didn't have to wait for long. For some reason, he wasn't surprised to see that it was Dot Pixis who lead the way, but what he didn't expect was the young teenager who walked right next to him. Both of their faces were filled with determination; something that Nile didn't like one bit. ''They are serious about going all the way with this coup,'' he thought, hissing to himself. Nile had hoped he would've been able to have some room for negotiation, but the way how Dot and the boy carried themselves just radiated a strength that told him they would not be able to be persuaded. Still, Nile wasn't going to mindlessly fire at them and start a potential bloodbath that could've easily been avoided—something that Dot knew as well, hence why he wasn't afraid in the slightest when he stepped forward and raised his voice.

''Captain Nile Dawk, as general of the Garrison, I speak on behalf of everybody involved in this coup that we should solve this little feud in a manner that both suits us well,'' he roared, his lion-like voice thundering all across the pavements and the homes the Military Police Brigade had barricaded off.

Nile would never understand where Dot could keep so much air and still produce enough volume to put a titan's roar to shame. He shook his head mentally; he was happy Dot wanted to negotiate, at least. ''Although I have no idea who the boy is yet. Is he important in any way that he stands so firm and strong at Dot's side?'' he wondered. Nile could only speculate at this point, so he answered Dot's offer to negotiate firmly. ''What would that be, general Dot Pixis? Certainly not our immediate surrender, right?''

Dot's solid steel expression softened somewhat to make room for a small grin. ''I wouldn't expect you to. However,'' he continued, mentioning to the boy, ''I possess information that might change our future forever.''

Nile perked one of his brows. ''Is he talking about the kid? What information would he have that could change our future?'' He had trouble believing Dot, but he was interested to hear what they had to say for sure. ''Go on,'' he uttered.

''Very well. Allow me to introduce Eren Yeager. He knows all about the secrets surrounding the titans and how to destroy them once and for all. However, this is only possible if we unify and work together. Therefore, it is of utmost importance that we trust each other,'' Dot responded. The shocked murmurs that filled the air by the Military Police Brigade were almost palpable. Even Nile was gasping as the boy named Eren took over and let his voice be heard.

''I know it is hard to believe, because the secrets surrounding the titans are not easily accepted. I, however, will be willing to show you that I have proof about the secrets surrounding the titans, if I have your word that you won't fire. I trust you enough that you will,'' Eren spoke resolutely to Nile. If the circumstances were any different, Nile would've laughed, but the situation was so ridiculous that he couldn't help but agree. ''He doesn't look a day older than twelve. What is going on?'' he murmured. Shaking his head mentally, he figured he'd just try to approach this with an open mind. ''All right then. You have my word. Show me the proof you are speaking of.''

Eren nodded his head and two women stepped forwards from the army of the Garrison. Nile recognized the older woman as Frieda Reiss, the daughter of Rod Reiss. The Reiss family was well respected under the ranks of the Military Police Brigade, so seeing her amidst the Garrison proved to be another huge shock. The younger girl was around Eren's age. Nile couldn't identify her, but he was certain he was going to be introduced to her very soon.

''Good afternoon, loyal men and women from the Military Police Brigade,'' Frieda said sweetly. ''As most of you may know, my name is Frieda Reiss and I will be representing Eren Yeager's proof. Next to me is Ymir and she has the ability to turn into a titan.''

If the whole scene wasn't ludicrous enough, Nile was sure that he had hit his head and that he was dreaming right now. He eyed his fellow men and women, who were either looking at Frieda if she had grown an extra head, or sweating profusely while whispering nonsense. ''Either they are insane, or this Eren Yeager has the ability to hypnotize people at will,'' Nile thought, his head throbbing at the prospect there were people who could turn willingly into the monstrosities that had almost wiped out humanity. ''Still, it's very clever to make Frieda Reiss of all people show it off. The fact she is well respected make their claims very credible.''

Frieda's smile didn't waver at the pure radiance of disbelief she got in turn. This was to be expected, so she continued like nothing was wrong whatsoever. ''Please allow me to demonstrate. Ymir?''

Nile watched incredulously as Ymir cut herself with a knife in her open palm. Immediately, a bright yellow thunder cracked down from the sky above, where Ymir stood just a second ago. The miniature quake and the bright flash made most of the Military Police Brigade cry out in panic. The resulting smoke obscured their vision, but when it cleared, a five-meter class titan stood in the place of Ymir.

Most of the Military Police Brigade trembled, their weapons raised in defiance at the undeniable black magic they just witnessed. ''Hold your fire!'' Nile shouted out in obvious fear himself. He wasn't sure what to make of this situation, but one thing was certain, Eren was probably speaking the truth.

''Captain!?'' some of his men croaked in utter stupor. They'd never seen a titan before in their life, and now all of a sudden, they were face to face with one in the deepest part of wall Sina and they couldn't attack it?

''I made a promise to Eren Yeager, and I tend to keep that promise,'' Nile elaborated, ''besides, the titan known as Ymir hasn't done anything yet. She is just standing there.'' That seemed to calm down the Military Police Brigade somewhat. Tensely, they waited, wondering how this was going to end.

Frieda smiled and continued her speech. ''Please don't be afraid. This is merely an example to show that Eren Yeager has the answers that we've been looking for. He is willing to share all the information that he knows about the titans, in exchange that the real royal family will rule behind the walls.'' She paused for a moment, before continuing, ''which would be the Reiss family.''

Nile's eyes widened once more. ''So that means Frieda would be the new ruler?'' It suddenly started to dawn on him that all of this was awfully convenient for Rod Reiss and Frieda. He didn't know yet what Dot Pixis would get out of it, or even this Eren Yeager, but he wasn't going to give them a free pass until he'd questioned the higher-ups himself.

''Frieda Reiss, this demonstration is over,'' Nile responded sharply. ''I will give you five minutes to retreat peacefully, or we will open fire.''

Frieda bowed her head respectfully. ''As you wish, captain. I shall make my leave now.'' She eyed Dot for a moment, who nodded his head. He too, made his leave. However, Eren and Ymir made no attempt to move yet.

''Eren Yeager, this is my final warning,'' Nile shouted, confused why the boy was still standing there. ''if you haven't moved in exactly three minutes from now, I will show no mercy. Take your titan with you and get out of here.''

''I'm afraid I can't do that, captain,'' Eren responded coolly and resolutely. ''I will reform Paradis one way or the other, and right now, you are standing in our way. I rather not resort to violence, but if that is what it takes, then so be it.''

Nile was surprised his head hadn't exploded yet from all the throbbing it did. ''Reform Paradis? What is he talking about?'' He couldn't comprehend how this kid could stand there like a seasoned war general and not be afraid whatsoever. ''Enough! My patience is running thin. I will count to ten and then you'll either walk away or we will blow you away instead!''

A small, confident smirk appeared on Eren's face as he cracked his neck. ''You ready, Ymir? Just as we planned.'' He suddenly bit down on the skin of his hand. With growing dread and realization, Nile's suspicions were confirmed violently. The streets shook on their foundations and the blast of Eren's transformation made Nile's inner ears pop and ring. Anxiety gripped him around the throat when the smoke cleared enough to see another titan standing in Eren's place, this one a lot bigger than Ymir. He roared loudly, intimidating the Military Police Brigade while Ymir climbed on his shoulder.

''This is—'' Nile hissed to himself before he recognized the stance Eren had taken; he was preparing for a sprint and about to ram himself straight through all three layers of his defense. ''Fire the cannons!'' Nile screamed at the top of his lungs. ''Stop those titans from advancing! Don't let them through!''

However, just as Nile had expected, the panic that had broken out between his ranks had everybody in a frenzy. People were screaming bloody murder and abandoning their posts left and right. In the end, his command wasn't even heard. ''So, this is how I will meet my end?'' Nile thought, his whole body petrified as Eren started his dash. His feet pulverized the street's cobble stone when he set off, his humongous frame making it inevitable that buildings were damaged left and right from him. All the while, he came closer and closer in turning Nile into nothing more than a bloody paste.

Just as Nile thought everything was over—closing his eyes to the impending doom that loomed over him, quite literally so—Eren skidded to a halt, kicking up rubble, pebbles and a lot of dust, which surprisingly all zoomed past Nile without hitting him. When he opening his eyes again, he was face to face with Eren's shins.

He looked up to see Eren giving him a quick glance, before he ignored him completely. ''He stopped… but why?'' Nile thought hoarsely, his heart beating a mile a minute. His answer came shortly afterwards.

''Oi, captain, take your men and leave this area,'' Levi spoke, his voice a bit surprised by the spectacle Eren had caused, but mostly annoyed. All around him vertical maneuvering equipment were being shot down as Eld Jinn, Oluo Bozado, Petra Ral and Gunther Schultz accompanied him from the higher vantage points they'd been occupying. ''Sir, there are no more immediate titans in the area,'' Gunther reported, ''the Garrison has retreated a far amount, probably not to get caught up in the crossfire of the titans' destruction.''

Levi nodded his head, eyeing his opponents up and down. ''Leave them for now. These two titans here actually have a functioning brain. If I have to guess, they will not go down easily.'' On the outside, Levi didn't show any emotion, but on the inside, he had seen the slight hesitance that appeared in Eren's movements the moment he spotted him. ''He knows I am dangerous. I can't underestimate him.'' He beckoned to his squad with a wave of his hand. ''Get ready for battle, this will take us every bit of effort we can muster.'' Drawing his blades while his team did the same, he patiently waited what Eren and Ymir were going to do in retaliation.

Eren was cursing every single swear word he knew at the top of his head. His plan had been simple: since the Military Police Brigade wasn't exactly known for their bravery, he was going to bluff crushing them into oblivion in the hopes they'd get so scared that they would flee. His simple deduction proved to be correct when he started his intimidating sprint; most of his opponents didn't know how fast they had to scramble. Eren had smirked inwardly. He didn't like the Military Police Brigade whatsoever because of its obvious corruption between the ranks. Still, that didn't mean he was going to kill them all if he could avoid it.

Happy as he had been that his plan seemingly worked out, turned into immediate horror when he saw the last person he wanted to see blocking his path. ''There is no way!'' he thought, his heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. ''What is Levi doing here?'' Eren grumbled as he eyed Humanity's Strongest up and down, completely ignoring Nile Dawk who had turned into a statue at his feet.

''He should be on an expedition outside the walls. But if he is here, then that means…'' Just as he was thinking it, Levi's elite squad joined him at his side. Eren remembered them like yesterday. It was just odd seeing them five years younger. ''This isn't good. Ymir has way too little battle experience to be facing off against them. Levi needs every ounce of my attention if I want to defeat him without killing him.'' If Eren was honest with himself, he wasn't even sure that he could kill Levi even if he wanted to. He looked at Ymir worryingly and nodded twice: the signal for her to retreat. ''She needs Bertolt's and Mikasa's back up,'' he reasoned. ''In the meantime, I have to hold off Levi as best as I can.''

Ymir didn't hesitate to follow Eren's order. She recognized Levi and his squat from the composition drawings his father had made for them and knew how dangerous they were. ''Eren, please be careful,'' she thought, the worry almost palpable in her movements as she jumped from his shoulder and took a run for it. She half expected she wouldn't be followed, but those hopes were instantly crushed when three of Levi's team members took after her in hot pursuit with their vertical maneuvering equipment. Eren let them go after Ymir without even bothering to stop them; he knew she could outrun them and be able to fight them with Bertolt's and Mikasa's help. He wasn't surprised to see that Levi had ordered Petra to stay at his side. She was the youngest of the group and he probably thought she'd be safer if he could protect her directly.

''You've never shown much emotion on the outside about your recruits,'' Eren thought, his hands turning to fists, ''but on the inside, you care a lot about them, and Petra has always been special to you, hasn't she?'' He took one menacing step forwards, careful not to crush Nile as he did so, since he was still under Medusa's spell underneath him. ''Don't worry. I'll not hurt her. You however, are far too dangerous. I apologize in advance if I break a few bones…'' His next step had more power to it, his eyes calm and calculated. ''Now come at me!''

Eren roared at the top of his lungs, his quick dash speeding him up, hoping to catch Levi off guard. ''He's going to dodge and do his famous tornado spin on your arm the moment you try to punch him to oblivion, just like he did to Annie and Zeke,'' his mind whispered to him. Predicting this, he didn't turn his fist to steel-like proportions, but rather his wrist. The moment Levi would initiate the attack, his blades would instantly get pulverized if they hit his wrist, rendering the rest of the attack completely useless.

Eren brought his fist down, but held back considerably in speed. Even if he knew Levi was going to dodge his attack if he put all of his effort into it, he didn't want to risk permanently injuring him if he could avoid it. Levi's expression didn't change one bit and, just like Eren thought, showed him his Ackerman instincts by preparing himself for his spin attack. He shot his grappling hook into Eren's shoulder, dodged his fist easily and was confident he was going to slice Eren's entire arm into nothing but pieces of ham.

His gasp when Eren's wrist destroyed his blades made Eren smirk inwardly. ''That's two blades down. Six to go.'' However, if Eren thought Levi would back off from his attack, he made a grave error. Humanity's Strongest kept up his spinning attack, not doing any damage, but changing his broken blades while he was still spinning. When he had reached Eren's shoulder, he was high above him from the momentum he had created, both new blades shining brightly in the sun with every intent to strike him down.

''Your nape!'' Eren's thoughts screamed to him, yet his rational side protected his eyes instead by covering it up with one of his hands. It proved to be the right decision, because Levi's precision cut off four of his fingers. Steaming hot blood splattered out of the wounds while Levi shot another grappling hook into one of the walls of a nearby building, landing on it and using the counter-momentum to jump off of it and throw himself back at Eren again.

''You know he's fast, Eren. Stop being stupefied,'' he scolded himself as he looked at his cut off fingers lying on the ground uselessly. Instead of defending himself against Levi's incoming assault, Eren made the wise decision to jump forwards, ensnaring Levi's grappling hook and throwing him completely off trajectory.

Levi hissed at the smart tactic. He had to unhook himself less he was going to be slammed into a wall violently. He caught himself by shooting another two grappling hooks into the ground to stop his velocity. The sudden change in momentum made his body cry out in protest. He landed on the pavement with a roll, tsking to himself. ''He predicted every single move I did so far. He must've studied me well to be able to do so.''

While Levi was getting another good read of his opponent, Petra was high into the air behind Eren, coming down on his nape to slice it open like a turkey. Her battle cry was loud and powerful, but the simple hardening trick Eren did to protect his nape was enough to break her blades like they were made of glass. Petra's eyes widened significantly as Eren stared at her in response. She backed off immediately, but noticed for some odd reason that he didn't even try to attack her. She landed safely next to Levi, her voice pitched higher than normal as she spoke to him.

''Captain, what do we do now? Our blades don't do anything to him if he hardens his skin like that!'' It was obvious Petra was in a bit of panic. Levi didn't respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was just as calm as usual. ''He's holding back,'' he responded. ''His intention isn't to kill us, but rather to make us run out of gas and blades. If we're going for a war of attrition, we are surely going to lose. Petra, we are going to retreat for now.''

''Captain?'' she whispered, not believing her ears. ''Are we just going to allow him to reach the higher-ups and kill them?''

''No, because he is going to follow us,'' he replied without a single bit of doubt. ''He knows we are way more important to keep an eye on than those nobles. He isn't going to do anything to them until he has defeated us. Now let's go!'' Levi shot his grappling hook away from Eren, making his retreat while Petra did the same. Just like he had predicted, Eren began to run after them, not at full speed, but enough to keep up with them.

Petra looked back at the Attack Titan with amazement in her eyes, but also a million questions. ''Why isn't he trying to attack us now? What are your intentions with all of this? Who are you truly, Eren Yeager?''

When Ymir was training with Eren into controlling her titan properly, she was ecstatic how fast she was when running on all fours. She felt like a Cheetah as she moved through the different streets, trying to shake off her pursuers. It seemed to work somewhat, because even though their mobility was greater than hers, she was simply too fast. ''Just one more corner before I have the back-up I need,'' Ymir thought, her confidence returning somewhat.

Eld and Gunther were so focused on keeping up that they completely failed to notice the trap they'd fallen in. Oluo, however, had a lot more experience, and recognized the open space immediately as a potential dead-trap to be shot from in every direction. ''Scatter!'' he shouted, pushing his teammates away from each other just in the nick of time. Not a second later, multiple gunshots were heard in the distance. Bullets ricocheted off of Oluo's vertical maneuvering equipment, puncturing a hole in one of the gas tanks and making one of his grappling hooks malfunction.

He gritted his teeth and brought himself down to the ground, hiding behind the fountain that stood tall and proud in the middle of the plaza. He hoped they weren't surrounded, otherwise he was done for.

''Oluo!'' Eld screamed, trying to give his teammate, who arguably just saved his life, the back-up he needed in this precarious situation. However, out of nowhere, Ymir turned around and went on the offense, slicing her claw at Eld and catching him completely off guard. He could only watch and protect his face in a reflex, knowing he wasn't going to survive this one. He expected incredible pain to radiate through his whole body before he would die and drop out of the sky like a sack of flour, but instead he felt Ymir's claw wrap around him rather roughly. Her swipe still knocked the wind out of him and probably gave him a light concussion in the process, but he was pretty much alive, still.

She growled at him menacingly, which made him whimper and scared shitless. ''Oh please, don't eat me,'' he thought, his whole body shivering in incredible fear. She simply brought her other hand to his vertical maneuvering equipment and crushed it, before putting Eld down. He looked at her in absolute confusion, not understanding why she didn't kill him. Instead, she gently flicked one of her fingers against his face, rendering him unconscious and knocking him out of the battle.

''That's one,'' she thought with extreme satisfaction, ''now where is that guy who Mikasa and Bertolt managed to hit?'' Ymir looked around, but couldn't find him anywhere. She didn't have much time to ponder where he went, because Gunther came in with the counter attack.

''You bastard!'' he screamed at the top of his lungs, slicing at Ymir's right hand and severing it straight from her wrist. She looked at it dumbly for a moment, not yet realizing she lost one of her claws before Gunther came down and scooped up Eld's unconscious body. ''I have to get him out of here,'' he thought quickly. ''I just hope Oluo is all right…'' While he was flying away, Ymir picked up her hand from the ground in almost a daze.

''He just sliced it off,'' she thought in complete stupor, her shock greater than she would've expected. She knew it was just going to regrow, but it was the first time in her life that she lost a part of one of her limbs. Her surprise turned to rage as she saw Gunther retreating. ''So, you want my claw, right?'' she thought, tightening her other hand around it with a low growl, ''Well, here you go then!'' she brought her arm back, and with an accuracy that would put the Beast Titan to shame, threw her own hand at Gunther, her claws facing forwards with every intention to hurt him severely.

''What the—'' Gunther thought while hissing in panic. He tried to change his trajectory, but Ymir's claw was almost a bullet. It punctured straight through his vertical maneuvering equipment, the top of her sharp claws burying themselves in his back. He cried out in pain, his whole body screaming at him as he lost control and crashed to the ground.

Gunther had never felt so much pain in his life. He was completely left defenseless as Ymir intimidatingly approached him and Eld's unconscious body. He knew it was over at this point ''Eld, please forgive me for not being able to protect you,'' he thought as he closed his eyes for the inevitable end of his life.

Bertolt was impressed by Mikasa's impeccable aim. They had both managed to hit Oluo's vertical maneuvering equipment from a pretty respectable distance and take him out of the battle. They were now focusing on the battle that was going on between Ymir, Eld and Gunther, but seeing that she was handling them pretty well, they weren't too worried about that. ''Keep your eyes on the perimeter,'' Bertolt suggested wisely, ''if there are any people of the Military Police Brigade trying to intervene, we need to be prepared and take them out before they can overwhelm Ymir.''

''Right!'' Mikasa agreed, her eyes as sharp as an eagle. She had made a promise to Eren, and she was going to prove to him that she could keep that promise. ''I hope he's doing okay. If he sent Ymir on the retreat so quickly, it can only mean he is battling this Levi he was talking about.'' Mikasa was still a bit uncomfortable she shared the same last name as him. It probably meant Eren knew all about her heritage as well. She was dying to ask him all about it, but figured she'd wait until after the battle. ''After all,'' she'd reasoned, ''the information may distract me from my task, which is providing back-up for Ymir.''

While she was so focused, she almost failed to notice that somebody had sneakily climbed up the tower they had taken refuge in—almost. Bertolt turned around as quickly as he could as he spotted the intruder, hissing like a snake as he stood face to face with none other than Oluo himself. Somehow, he had managed to escape their eyes and taken them by surprise. Bertolt tried to aim his rifle at him, but Oluo stopped him by grabbing it, his physical strength easily overpowering him wasn't it for Mikasa.

''Bertolt!'' she cried, using a shoulder bash to knock Oluo off balance. He grunted, but still managed to take Bertolt's rifle and throw it off of the tower. He saw that Mikasa still had a firm grip of her own weapon, so before he could get the answers he wanted, he had to disarm her as well. ''Still, two children, not older than twelve, and they both managed to hit my vertical maneuvering equipment from that distance?'' Oluo didn't know if he should be impressed or surprised. Either way, he wasn't about to take their lives. Oluo considered himself a killer if the situation asked for it, but he certainly wasn't a child murderer. Thinking quickly, he did a low kick with his right leg, hoping to make Mikasa trip and fall.

To his absolute stupor, however, she dodged it like it was the easiest thing in the world and stomped the blunt end of her weapon against his nose in retaliation. Oluo cried out in pain as his nose erupted into blood, stumbling backwards a bit because of the sudden dizziness that overtook him. He wanted to grab one of his blades, but Mikasa had her rifle pointed to him at point blank range before he could even attempt it. ''Stop right there, Oluo, or else I won't hesitate to pull the trigger,'' she said, her voice dead serious.

Oluo couldn't believe it, but this girl certainly packed a punch and had outplayed him that easily. He chuckled and raised both his hands in mock surrender. ''You got me. You have some nice reflexes there, young lady,'' he complimented her, trying to placate her as best as he could. ''How does she even know my name, though?'' he thought in bewilderment.

Mikasa harrumphed, still keeping her rifle pointed at him while Bertolt stripped him off of his vertical maneuvering equipment. ''Don't try anything funny,'' he suggested angrily, ''because I know for a fact she isn't messing around.''

Oluo didn't say anything and allowed himself to be disarmed. When he was, Bertolt ordered him to get on his knees. He complied without question, showing no sign of resistance. Then, Bertolt beckoned to Mikasa with his hand. ''Keep a good eye on him. I'll grab some rope and tie him up.''

She nodded her head, her eyes never leaving Oluo's. He continued to stay as idle as possible, especially when Bertolt got behind him to tie his hands behind his back. ''You know,'' he said suddenly, making Mikasa tense up while his hands were still raised high into the air, ''rifles like yours are very sensitive. A grain of sand or a loose bolt makes the thing jam and completely useless.''

''What is he talking about?'' Mikasa thought in confusion. Her question was soon answered as her eyes steadily grew in horror when Oluo calmly opened one of his palms to show the bolt that regulated the hammer mechanism on her rifle. ''What—'' She pulled the trigger, but it only made a clicking sound. ''Did he really disarm my rifle when I attacked him? How!?'' she thought in disbelief, panic overtaking her. ''Bertolt!'' she cried out, but she was already too late.

Oluo suddenly elbowed Bertolt straight in the face when he least expected it, making him crash to the ground violently, his nose broken while he screamed and thrashed around in pain. Mikasa's moment of panic was all Oluo needed to turn the ties into his favor. He threw his body forwards, pushing Mikasa back until he had her at the edge of the tower. ''Now,'' he continued calmly, not underestimating his opponents anymore, ''if you don't accidentally want to fall from this tower and kiss the cold hard ground, I suggest you will listen to what I tell you to do.''

Mikasa's heart was beating a mile a minute as she nodded her head in defeat, closing her eyes in shame. ''I am so sorry, Eren,'' she thought, trying to hold back her tears, ''I failed you.''

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