"Up here mother fucker." (M/n) stated grinning like a mad man, which, he most certainly was in these situations. Cadets and corporals crowded around Levi and (M/n) like they were watching the hunger games.
Levi grunted.
Both males only wore loose pants. (M/n) had a few bandages wrapped around his torso, he had gone on an expedition, alone. He came back a week later, bloody, panting, singly riding alone on his horse who appeared no injury's. (M/n) had many broken bones. But he forced himself to move, thinking only the worst. He would fail initially.
Sweat glistened on the cocky males abs, his choppy (h/c) hair stick to his forehead, and his hands were up in a fighting stance. "Come at me Levi."
Levi scoffed, "Brat,"
(M/n) tilted his head down grinning, "Alright.." He took the first move, sweeping his legs under Levi's like it was no big deal, the stoic male caught himself with one arm, kicking his way back up. (M/n) threw punches, and succeeded, hitting Levi square in the nose, the said male stumbled back, holding a hand up to his face. "Bleeding?" Levi removed his hand, showing his pouring nose. "Good."
Levi was aggravated, not only because he was Humanity's strongest and he was losing, but because someone like (M/n)..
Someone like (M/n)..
Should never have a chance.
He was still hurt, and yet, he was fighting like his body wasn't screaming with heat, screaming with the fact that every fracture and brake, wasn't healed..
at all.
(M/n) brought his leg up and forcefully slammed Levi back in the chest. Levi did a double take, but all in all came back quick. He pulled (M/n)s arm back.
"Fuck! Bastard!"
(M/n) grinned though, ignoring the spike of tearing in his arm, he hadn't told anyone, but it was raining, and while trying to escape; while injured, that he had fallen off his horse, and his horse and ran over his arm, not only falling on his right arm, but having a horse run over it. He was freezing, muddy, and bleeding profusely. He was terrified, hearing the distant stomping in the background. His horse cane back, and somehow knew he was hurt, it kneeled down by him and hauled him up. He could feel anything.
So having Levi pull his arm back was killing him.
He yanked Levi and his arm over his head, and with a gasp, Levi landed on his back. (M/n) unconsciously held his throbbing arm.
"You okay?" Levi glared at the speaking 'brat'.
He hopped up and tackled (M/n) to the ground, (M/n)s grin left, and was replaced with a look of pure pain. He yelled. His torso was breaking, and wounds that were there reopened, staining the white wrapping with red. The crowd around them were anxious.
"BASTARD!"
(M/n) turned them over and repeatedly jammed his fist into Levi's face. He winced every time, and his face was full of fury. Loud footsteps were heard, and (M/n) was yanked off of Levi. He snapped out of he strong grip.
"Fuck off."
His fear, was that of losing. Not being noticed, having a fear of someone over passing you was awful. He pushed himself beyond limits. He beloved he could do everything just so the fear of failing wouldn't come crawling back with such intensity that he would crumble to the ground.
"Levi, stand up."
Levi glared at him.
"Brat.."
