The scouts were doing hand-to-hand combat.
"Check it outtt. Guess who's gonna teach ya'll some lessons." Dante sniggered, putting on a terrible country accent.
"Jesus... Even Sasha could do better." Ymir mumbled, shaking her head in shame.
"HEY! I SPEAK PERFECTLY NORMAL!!" Sasha called out.
"Shut up potato girl no one asked you..." Ymir tutted.
"So Ymir. Bet if I beat ya I can take your girl?" Dante chuckled.
Ymir was uncontrollably laughing to think that someone would try to take Krista.
"Haha... You.... Dante.... Idiot..." She said in between laughter and she couldn't even form her words properly.
Dante was confused and caught off guard. While confused Ymir took the chance to kick him at the side of the knee.
He was laying on the ground and clenching his knee. Dante got back up and grunted "I'm not going down that easily..."
"Tsh... Idiot."
Dante threw a punch to Ymir's face but she swiftly dodged it and went behind him to kick his ass. He fell forward and accepted defeat.
"Huh. If only Krista would see me now..." Ymir smirked, staring at Dante trying not to laugh.
"Jesus. 2 days into your arrival. You should know that no one takes Krista from Ymir. In Ymir's eyes it's a sin." Jean exclaimed. "Ahh... Newbies."
"What the fuck Jean? How can you not like Krista?!" Dante complained, getting up in pain.
"Yeah Krista but-" "Are all the Ackerman's this attractive?!" Jean gasped, looking at Max.
"Uh... Jean... Jean! JEAN!" Dante warned.
Without seeing it Max was coming at Jean like a race car with a punch.
"Max you fucking badass..." Dante grinned, folding his arms.
She nodded then left Jean at the ground with a black eye and bruise.
"Y-You know last time I checked you weren't allowed to beat your comrades up, that hard." Jean winced and his voice seemed to have risen up a few notches.
"Oh well." Dante replied.
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Sorry for the short chap
Will update soon
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The New Arrivals
Fanfiction(Rewrite) Erwin is running out of time, running out of troops. The numbers seem to get smaller every year. In an act of desperation, he seeks for potential soldiers in other regiments.
