The fourth maiden of Ymir [UNDER HEAVY REVISIONS/EDITING]

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The minute structure individual set upon bushwhack sessions of movements as he send through the air carrying such quick forward motion the edged blade against the said throat slasher, it materialize direct impact on his foreign weaponry as the two relatives ascertain the upcoming vocal waves marked by or suggestive of immaturity within the their hearing range ,

Kenny's attention was drawn away, finally gazing upon the h/c haired demoiselle's foreign outward appearance,

Her hair that used to approximate pony's tail were now altered as her chaotic strands have gone in a little length, her collarbone suffuse with crimson fluid as her jacket are in an immediate state of being absent, finally emphasizing her womanly features,

The said throat slasher tremble convulsively beholding those e/c orbs, instantly hearkening back uri's eyes as it emplace him in a instant state of mystification

Beholding the immature demoiselle using the foreign gear of the mp's, this arrange the both of them in a certain spot of  immense confusion,the specified turn of events pursuade the minute structure individual to brought time as he breakout without any further ado against the throat slasher's grasp,

you and your fellow, maneuvered from structures to structures as the mp's plunged in on fabricating sequence of movements against the both of you,

The minute-structure individual dive in on a certain bar, despite of not acquiring complete knowledge in the said field concerning the foreign gear, you traveled with a sharp hissing flaunting such charactiristic of expertise towards the said location,

Penetrating into the said beanery, nonidentical mental reactions can be ascertain within one's hearing range as the notorious individuals engaged in the military made such public appearance exposing such hazardous standing,

"Tch..What the hell happened to your hair?"

The wintry individual uttered as he touch his open wound, currently bleeding in droplets approaching from his forehead, you let out a gauche giggle,

"That pawn of his...cut my hair off...he used my scalpel...now i use his gear in humble return"

"Its l/n! And levi from the survey corps!"

Respiring in such aweary etiquette, showing mirth with an explosive vocal sounds as if both of you are not in such venturesome standing, you handgrip your hair as mountain of sweats started to stream down, not ascertaining your feminine cleavage are in a fresh boundary of exposing considering you wear sleeveless article of clothing,

"Found you! The great military policeman has come to kill the evil villain! Bang! Bang!"

"E-eek!"

"What?! They're not here?!"

"I'm here kenny, its been a long time—"

"W-Were not here! Dont listen to him!..."

You screeched as you layover both of the relatives act of reauniting, prevailing amount of people mentally facepalm in dismay as both of the ackerman recovered from their recoilment in distaste,

"How nostalgic, show me your face and that bitch"

"Stop fucking with me, you've been spraying bullets at my face this whole time haven't you?"

"Eh well, i came to look at the color of your brains today"

"Ew, you're digusting piece of shit old hag"

The wintry indivdual's eye extend its slope slightly hearing your sudden act of blaspheme, he made visual contact with you as his wintry-eyes descended its vision, new york minute you gave him a thumbs-up implying indirectly your gestures of encouragement,