アッカーマン | 𝚕 • 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝚘𝚗𝚘

[pronounced or-naw, soft 'r']

"The way I see it, I was either..."

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WHAT'S WORSE? Witnessing cannibalism at its finest, or being unwillingly ordered to tail after him through a big ass fucking forest in search for his squad?

You had somehow found yourself glaring at the back of Levi's head as you both flew through the trees, eyes scanning the bed of the woods. You honed in your senses, trying to hear anything beyond the sound of your gear and his, though, you could barely make anything out. You click your tongue in irritation, the raven turning to look at you over his shoulder.

You sent him a glare, one that demanded he look elsewhere. With a roll of his eyes, he does just that. You focused your senses, listening for them, their words of exchange, even their horses until the sound of gear use caught your attention. Five zips from five sets of gear, until there was a sixth. You furrow your brows, perhaps your math was wrong? No, no that wasn't it. There was only four people in the squad, the fifth being the titan boy. And if the raven was here, flying alongside you, who the hell was the sixth?

"Something's not right," you murmur and somehow, over the howls of the wind that whirled around the both of you, he heard. He turned to you, eyebrows pinching in the centre as he studied your features that were evidently confused.

"What are you-" he began, tone bothered before a flare was fired off in the distance. You both look up, eyes trailing after the green flare that continued to ascend which was eventually responded to with another flare not too far away from it.

"What the fuck?" You mutter under your breath.

"That was supposed to be a signal from me," the raven voiced quietly, the words meant for no one in particular. You heard him, eyes making their way to him before solidifying into a glare.

"Well who the fuck set that off then?" You ask, irritated with his lack of good communication. You could practically feel his eyes rolling, his tongue clicking in annoyance.

"Why does it matter?" The hesitance was clear in his tone, it mattered and you knew it did. You ran your tongue along the front of your teeth, wondering if retorting with something that would deem you an asshole was worth the argument. Pettiness was a strong suit but you decided against it, the situation barely called for a comment that was completely unnecessary.

"If Erwin orders me to help you find your squad in a circumstance as dire as this one, of course I'm going to ask questions," you reply back with a slight bite in your tone. This was as civil as you were going to get, you wanted answers now. The sooner you get them the faster you could leave and find your own squad, getting further away from him.

"If it bothers you so much then just leave," he snaps back. You glare at him, grips on your hilts growing tighter by the second.

"And have my ass done for insubordination? You're fucking dreaming," you retort coldly. "Must you find a reason to argue for everything? Let's find your damn squad, I want to go home and get the hell away from you." The words slipped from your lips, and soon your nose was filled with the scent of blood. And a lot of it, at that.

You avert your look from your rival, looking in the direction it smelled strongest before manoeuvring yourself to head that way, only to soon be blinded by a bright flash that made shadows cease to exist for a long moment. You bring an arm up to shield your eyes, flying in that direction as soon as the light died down. The raven's calls fell on deaf ears as he called out to you, your ignorance toward him obvious as you focused your senses forward.