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Violet missed throwing her dagger.
She aimed the damn thing at what she assumed was the leader of the whole ambush, and at the very same man Levi had screamed 'Kenny' at.
Who he was to Levi, she did not know yet as Levi Ackerman had the willpower to hold off any information to anyone without ever revealing the tiniest bit. She wanted to know more about him, about Levi, but right now was not the time to dwell on that thought. Not when she managed to gain Levi some extra time to escape as her dagger slashed a wound on the man's shoulder, taking his attention away from Levi. He hooked his gear and ran away, not taking for granted the time Violet had bought to him.
Kenny turned to Violet and aimed at her. Their eyes met as he pointed the steel cold weapon at her and pushed his finger against the trigger. Gods be damned, she hated guns. Especially since she did not have one in her possession. She threw herself off the roof as the bullet came rushing after her and flew away as the pursuit commenced.
She followed behind Levi, sped up to catch up to him as they turned corner from corner trying to get away. But no matter how fast they went, how fast they turned, the enemy were shadows behind their backs, shooting restlessly at the two captains.
Their bodies did their best to avoid the bullets as much as they possibly could, the hissing of the wind loud on their ears with every turn they took.
Violet hated this so much. Did not miss being pursued by maniacs trying to kill her behind her back. Whoever said pursuits are a rush of adrenaline worth the while, was an asshole who did not know what the ever-living gods they were talking about. 

They turned to the next corner to their right. There, below them, was the hijacked carriage where Eren and Historia were at. Well, wasn't this just perfect for them if it wasn't for the dozens of enemies breathing down their necks? Violet pulled out one of her blades as three men approached, blocking their way from following the carriage. A groan left her throat, the vein in her head threatening to pop out from sheer frustration and annoyance. She was getting really, awfully tired of these people.
She split ways from Levi, bringing the attention to her. It was better if Levi got to the carriage first than herself, so she would take the load of men that wanted her dead.
Just like she planned, the majority of the men came after her, the fools grinning from ear to ear because they thought that a lady by herself was an easy feast. It pissed her off that they thought of women as so weakly and frail when some of the most lethal people she ever met were women and not men. They would not be able to believe some of the things she had heard those women do to whoever wronged them, or even to someone who looked at them the wrong way.
Her body dodged each bullet aimed at her, doing the most to skip them all. She could hear the zoom they created pass through her ear each time, telling her how they were getting closer and closer to reaching their target each time. They had piss poor aim, but some of those bullets were close to striking home.
Her hand reached for a grate from the ground and threw it at the men, not bothering to look back as she heard the commotion it caused. But the bullets did not stop coming, if anything, they came faster and more violently than before. They were aiming at anything at this point, hoping that one of those lose bullets would hit her and claim her cold. She could tell by the way they flew messily around the air around her, none coming close at piercing her skin. Did not mean she did not worry when one would actually aim true.

She turned once more into her next corner and threw herself against the roof of a pub, hiding behind the chimney.
Levi came in crashing into the pub, taking down the door with him.
She got her other dagger out from her hip, grabbing it with a steady hand, her thumb on the hilt of the weapon. Men were approaching to where she was, from every direction, cornering her into a trap. It was funny to see how they still thought she was such easy prey, it offended her, really -- and she would probably be pissed off if she was eighteen again and heard all the shit they said.
As one of them approached, Violet stuck out her leg and made the man trip, wrapping her legs around him as she straddled him and stabbed her dagger right into his neck, piercing a vital vein. She didn't let the man moan out in pain as she went for the other, slicing their neck open as she tripped the other one down.
She was feral-- the way she brutalized their bodies was an awful sight to see. But this was about survival. She would do whatever she had to do to be the one still breathing and not the one five feet under; no matter if the terms and things she did would keep her up at night once it was all over.
It was messy, blood all over her face and body. She never came to get used to the feeling of blood, never liked how it felt trickling down her throat. She cleaned her dagger with her shirt and left to another roof, where she hid once more behind the chimney wall.