You're Not Alone

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"They sent a small thing like you in here? Of course they let someone like you graduate from the cadet corps, but they send me home?" He scoffs. "This is why they need to pay!"

"Pay for what? They got rid of a psychopath," I laugh and bend my knees slightly, leaning on the balls of my feet.

"I'm not crazy!" He shouts.

I just stare at him with a pointed look. From my right I see Emma and James continuing with their own guys, to my left Vic is kicking a guy in his stomach. Elias somehow ended up on the loft.

"It's just you and me sweetie," he grins. "Let's see what kind of fighter the cadet corps made."

Michael charges at me, one first coming towards my face, I notice his left one clench tighter on the blade, making me realize his jab to my face is a distraction.

I lean back a little, the punch missing my face by a hair, then watch him bring his left hand towards my abdomen. The blade barely nicks the cloth on my shirt as I twist to the side.

"Fast," he smirks. "Not fast enough though!"

Michael had his right foot planted next to where I stepped out of the way from his attack and he uses his left knee to hit me in the ribs.

I cringe in pain, but ignore it as he makes his next move. His eye travels to my left ankle, bringing his right elbow towards my face.

I block the impact and jump back since I had restricted my vision. He wastes no time to lunge at me, slicing at my face with the blade in his right hand.

This guy is really agile for being as large as he is. He's as tall as Jean, but is bigger than Reiner. I flinch, ducking down out of the way.

I bring my fist into his stomach, not doing much since it's solid muscle. I turn on my heel, now behind him. I take the opportunity to drive the back of my boot into his rib.

He stumbles forward, but quickly recovers. I notice he's favoring his left leg a little. All of his lunges come from his right. It seems he can't stretch his right hip back too far. Next hit needs to be on that spot....

Michael closes his blades, putting them in his pants pocket. I then watch as he puts on a couple rings on both of his large hands.

"Looks like knives aren't going to help me," he smirks. "Brute force it is."

He jumps forward, colliding his closed fist with my jaw. Before I could even process how quick he was, I was already hit.

I feel the bones rattle with the force he hit me with. My vision clouds for a second from being stunned, but once it's clear I see his right fist coming straight for me.

Now accustomed to his speed, I duck, sending my right foot up and into his jaw. He stumbles backwards and I quickly kick his left hip, which makes him fall to the ground.

Michael falls to his hands and knees, grabbing at his hip. I send a kick into his face, flipping him over on to his back.

I remember that move from when Levi kicked Eren in the face during our trial. Looks like it became more useful than I thought.

Michael lays flat on the ground his face bleeding and I notice a tooth or two missing from his open mouth. I take out some hand cuffs and stomp over to him, grabbing his left arm.

Within an instant, his right fist hits me in the side of the head. I grunt and fall to the ground, overwhelmed by the pain and the ringing it caused me.

He gets up and sends a kick into my stomach as I'm on the ground. I feel my breath escape me and before I can recover, he sends another kick in to my face.