𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | " 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? "
Both trying to understand the
meaning of dangerous attraction,
it was an ongoing rivalry between
two former criminals. Somewhere
amidst vicious Ti...
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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE WARRIORS IN DISGUISE
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Gritting thunder belled in her ears as the sound surged in her trembling nerves, vibrating her bones to a threatening shudder. A spree of yellow lightning struck the ground in front of her, charging from the sky and impinging the surface. It was bright, blinding as it limned her vision unvarnished white. Eyes clenched shut, she raised an arm over her face. The harrowing wind was virile, drifting like a hurricane that impended to push her back. The sole of her boots scraped the ground, sliding an inch back, then another as she dug her heel down. Imminently, it wasn't enough to stop the swirling gust from heaving her body in the air.
It forced her back, balance toppling the moment her shoes lost contact with the ground. A gasp escaped her parted mouth from the weightless feeling, heart rattling, with her breath knocked out of her chest, body a few inches off the floor. Broken wooden crates and pebbles flitted rashly past and behind her, nearly colliding into her figure in the process as cadets tumbled on their feet, individuals knocking into one another and rolling back. Freya was rammed a few feet behind before eventually finding her footing on the surface, knees slightly bent and stance firm. Squinting her gaze, bright and yellow eyes met her blues.
She craned her head up, even taking the risk to bring a single step back to peer at its large and towering size. Her body stiffened. Mouth suddenly dry. It was difficult to swallow the large lump lodged in her throat as her jaw fell agape.
The Colossal Titan was huge, scaling over her like a monument tower, shadow casting from above. Her posture staggered, legs faltering to heave her body up as shock coursed through her veins. It paralyzed her. Still and passive as the Titan's body continued to configure complete. Electricity convulsed across her skin at the sight. Bones, large and bleak as it sprouted from its lower waist, almost like a cage that dug into either sides of the wall as it transformed, holding their form stable. It's tendons and muscles were exposed, having no skin. A skeleton that loomed above. Its beady and yellow irises glinted before the smoke cleared, revealing Bertolt's sunken and brown eyes.
She was stuck in a trance, stricken with fear that it rattled her insides, sick to her stomach as it clawed her heart to pound against her ears. She couldn't believe it, mind running to even process the transformation. However, there wasn't much time to think, thoughts fleeting in a dark corner in her head. Pitch black and hollow, dimmed that she didn't realize what she was doing until something caught her gaze from the corner of her eyes, witnessing a familiar stretcher coarse with the blaring wind, dragging an unconscious Ymir along.
She didn't hear the sound of metal digging in concrete as she sheathed her handle grips, only a whirring howl that nipped her skin when her grappling hooks connected with the ground. She wasn't sure where the sudden intrepidness had come from when she lightly pushed herself off her toes, letting the wind take action and haul her up a few spaces above with her wires holding her in place. Her eyes never left Ymir's figure, licking her lips in steady anticipation as it came to a near. Seeing the wooden stretcher come to a close, her hand reached above her head and her fingers curled around the stretcher's frame. However, the impact and pace of it rapidly moving broke free from her feeble grip, brutally ramming against her fingertips and flying behind her.
