Broken Hearts, Severed Limbs (Levi x OC x Erwin)

|141| The Beginning of the End

She was breathing hard. She needed to take a minute and catch her breath, but they weren't giving her a minute. Nathalie wouldn't have made it if she didn't still have her uncle's experiments. She wouldn't have made it if she had wholly discarded of the Burgess Devil. Zeke was gone. She was alone. But she had been alone before. She had fought off a fleet of airships that came just for her. Marley was out of Enhanced Soldiers because the Ackermans had killed them in those raids in their bases that the Survey Corps did. And now, there was only one Enhanced Soldier left, and it was she, and they hated that she wasn't on their side.

It was night now. She had been fighting all day. Zeke had made sure to wipe out most of them though. But then, it didn't take many hours later that more came for her. And she fought them. She had maneuvered away from the bombs that had come for her till she was out of gas. She had entered one of ships, and she had jumped right in, slaughtering everybody standing in her way. She had killed all those pilots. All those soldiers that had come for her. She had crashed their ships, slicing her way through the engines till she was out of blades.

And now here she was, night at last, still in that same damned forest. There was fire from the fallen ships that had crashed onto the trees. Some trees were on fire. A fire that spread. And now here they were, whatever survivors of those ships, burnt and beaten, but still pointing their guns at her. Nathalie didn't have any blades left. She didn't have any gas left. Her ODM was useless now. But she was still going to fight. She had no daggers, she had nothing. But she still had to fight.

She sent the hook of her ODM to the belly of a man, stabbing him and bringing him close to her. She grabbed his body and tossed him towards two more who were shooting at her. The three fell down unconscious. She grabbed the rifle from a man's hand and she shot two more, whilst kicking that guy between his legs. She planted a bullet to their heads. She received a bullet to her back. She cursed as she turned and used the rifle to hit him on the head and knock him unconscious. She tore off her cloak, tossing onto one of them, making him lose his target at her only for her to sneak behind him and use the cables of her ODM to choke him to death. The last man squirmed and tried to shake her away, but she was more powerful than he was. Her eyes were a bright red, and her black sharp nails had replaced her own. After the man dropped down dead, she shot them all, making sure they were dead.

She checked their dead bodies for anything she could find. She found rifle shells and she loaded her rifle and kept a few more shells on her. She chuckled when she found guns and shells. She took all she could and she ran away. She made her way out of the forest of Wall Maria, and then she saw it. The place was filled with camps and soldiers and people, and tanks, and anti-titan bombers, all carrying the flag of Marley. She could only guess, that those people were there to surprise-attack Marley was planning on Paradis, because she knew that Erwin didn't want the war to be dragged so close to the people. She could tell though that the people of Wall Maria had already been evacuated to safety in the Interior.

But she had a feeling that they had no idea that Marley's troops had reached this close, preparing to destroy Paradis before they even knew it. No. She couldn't let that happen. They were going to attack. She could tell. There were people around the airplanes, preparing them to take off. No. She couldn't let them. What if they dropped bombs in Trost? What if they dropped bombs on top of their house, their babies? Nathalie eyes widened.

She unstrapped her ODM from her body right away. It was useless. She had no gas, no blades, no cloak. Her clothes were drenched in blood, both her own from bullet wounds that she had treated, and the blood of those soldiers that she had just slaughtered. Nathalie passed the rifle around her shoulder and she stuffed the shells in her brown, leather bag. She grabbed a gun, loading it and stuffing it beneath her tight belt.