shadows of paradis [various!attack on titan x reader] [mafia!au]

(23) The Signal's Light

The Survey Corps Mafia's ship lurked in the shadows next to one of the drug-laden vessels. The night was cloaked in darkness, the moon hidden behind thick clouds, casting an ominous pall over the scene. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the waves against the hulls of the ships, a deceptive calm before the storm.

But with a fierce roar, the ladder from the Mafia's ship clattered onto the deck of one of the enemy ships. The mafia members erupted into a chorus of shouts as they surged across, a wave of determined fighters ready to reclaim their territory and strike back against their foes. The clash of metal rang through the night as they engaged in brutal combat. Levi Ackermann moved with unparalleled grace, his blades flashing under the weak light. Each movement was precise, lethal, and efficient. He seemed to glide through the chaos, his expression cold and focused, as if the battle were merely a dance he had perfected long ago. Beside him, Eld Jinn fought with equal ferocity, his strikes deliberate and powerful, complementing Levi's swift, deadly elegance.

Nearby, Connie delivered a blow to a man's head, knocking him out cold with an exaggerated swing. "Heads up!" he quipped, a cheeky grin on his face despite the danger surrounding him. Jean fought using his feet with incredible agility. He executed a series of powerful kicks, each one landing with precision, sending enemies sprawling. His movements were a blur of speed and strength, a testament to his relentless training as a soldier.

All that while Eren, a whirlwind of anger and raw power, punched through the ranks of guards with a ferocity that bordered on madness. His green eyes burned with an intense, almost unearthly light, his jaw set in a grim line. "Where is Klebb?" he roared, his voice echoing over the din of battle. In a burst of rage, he unleashed a powerful wind, scattering multiple enemies like leaves in a storm. "I'll kill him!" he screamed to the sky, his voice filled with unbridled fury.

"Don't pass out from all the excitement, Eren," Jean shouted over the chaos, his tone laced with sarcasm even as he delivered another devastating kick to an opponent.

The Underboss made his way over to a tall man, who, despite being in the thick of the fight, still had his binoculars fixed to his eyes. Leaning in, Levi asked, "Mike, where are they?"

"I don't see them yet," Mike replied, his voice calm. Without missing a beat, he knocked an enemy unconscious with the back of his fist, his eyes never leaving the binoculars.

On the other side of the deck, the spy, noticing Reiner's brutal efficiency, called out, "Don't kill them, Braun! You'll be in trouble with Bushy Brows later!"

Jean, while fending off another assailant, couldn't help but interject, "Godfather would kill you if he heard you call him that, Springer."

Suddenly, a series of loud noises were heard from afar. Levi glanced up, his expression one of mild annoyance. "Mikasa, [L/N], Arlert, get out here already." Close by, Oluo, struggling against the tide of enemies, grunted, "There sure are a lot of them. Shit."

Reiner and Bertholdt stood back to back, fending off waves of attackers. They moved in perfect sync, each compensating for the other's weaknesses. "Damn it. There's no end to them," Reiner growled, his teeth clenched.

The black haired man, equally strained, added, "Klebb means to destroy us tonight."

As the battle raged on, they waited for any sign, any signal. They were impatient, some of them even scared deep inside. But they had to succeed, that's the way of the Survey Corps. Even if they lost a few allies in the process.

Close to the deck entrance of the ship who was holding the women hostage, the weapon's room resonated with the clinking of metal and the low murmur of conversation. Two guards stood at the entrance, their postures relaxed. One, a burly man with a thick beard and a scar running down his left cheek, leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His companion, a lanky figure with a mop of unruly hair and a perpetual smirk, stood with one hand on his sword hilt, the other gesturing animatedly.