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Fuck.
Whoever the hell had come up with this dumb, stupid idea was an idiot and a genius at the same time. A genius because their idea was genius. But a huge fucking idiot because the smoke was watering her eyes. And the green smoke from the signals only made the experience that much worse. But whatever this was, it helped their cause right now because they were completely undetected. Hidden completely from the assailants' eyes.

They were getting Eren back. That was their one and only goal. Getting him back and getting the fuck out of this place.
But to do just that, around thirty-five enemies were ready to kick their asses before they got to Eren Jaeger. So, yes. Fuck indeed. Although the fact that thirty-five enemies were ready to bring them down, something about it brought a smirk to Violet's face. She had missed fighting like this. Had missed the thrill of every kick and hit she threw and the way her mind rushed to tell her what to do next. Missed feeling the superiority she felt when she looked down at whoever she brought down, when they had mistakenly thought she was the weaker one in the fight; when they underestimated who she was exactly. She missed that, missed having a good fight.
The missions, however, she did not. Did not miss doing what she used to do. Not even the missions she did now, they were not that much pleasant at all. Neither of them were. But fighting, however---that she did miss. 

"Continue the plan." Levi roared, "We'll take them all out right here." Yes, yes they will.
Violet brought one down, her blade claiming lives as she moved out of the way of another man coming her way, sticking her leg out to trip him down. She pulled the blade out and landed by a pillar, pushing her feet against the structure and impulsing herself into the air, bringing another enemy down.
Over and over again she did just that. Her blade going in, going out, body moving from the left to the right, dodging and turning from the enemies reaching arms. It was a like dance, maybe. A brutal one, that is. But a dance nevertheless. She invited them with an open hand to tangle with her right into her arms, to twist and swirl with her on the marble ground, and when they least expect them she will let them drop, but will never put out the other arm to catch them, and instead they would fall and fall into the vicious viper that was her blade driven by her hand. A bittersweet tragedy.
It was probably the only dance she truly knew how to dance. 

Levi's raven hair caught her eye.
Kenny and Levi were at it, the two males fighting as if their very lives depended on it. Well, it kind of did.
Violet had all faith that Levi was more than capable of defending himself, not only because he was deemed 'Humanity's Strongest' but also because he proved his point time and time again.
But when she saw Kenny pull out his gun and aim it at Levi, never had her heart sank so low. She had wanted to swing over and use her body as a shield, to scream out a warning or something to get Levi out of there. He only had his blades while Kenny Ackerman, his uncle of sorts, had a murderous weapon that could claim ones life with a single movement of their finger. But she knew, she knew so damn well, that she could not get in the way; As this battle was personal, personal to Levi who held a grudge against this man that the world knew as Kenny the Ripper.
This was something Levi would want to do by himself, so it left her no other alternative to give her back to him and lift her own blades, even if doing so killed her to pieces.

But hearing a body hit the floor made her stop dead in her tracks.
Her mind thought of the worse. Levi. Her Levi. That it was him on the floor, a bullet wound somewhere in his torso and that she would find him bleeding, his grey eyes blinding with agony.
But it was not Levi who had hit the ground; Hanji did.
Her eyes widen, completely ignoring the battle that she had started. Hanji would not stand up, would not even lift their head after hitting the ground. Blood was in their hands and face and Violet could not search for a wound, not from how high she was in the air.
She did not know what to do, how to help. But as a fist went to slam on her face, her eyes were ripped away from her friend and body forced to dodge the fist that came with a blade. "Fuck." The blade slashed a small wound on her face, barely deep to draw out any blood, but it still stung like a bitch. Violet grabbed her blade and slammed it against the one that was coming again for her face. She gritted her teeth as she pushed back, till her leg hit his groin and buried her blade on his chest.
She watched him fall, all the way to the floor. And her hand went to her face, where the wound made her face burn.