"Didn't I teach ya that never turn yer back to yer enemy?"
After falling into the ambush of the anti-personnel interior MPs, Levi Ackerman confronts the man who raised him, this time as an enemy, and barely makes it out alive. But the ulterior motiv...
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A soldier whose blades are as piercing as his gaze.
A hero who struggles to save the humanity.
A leader who fearlessly stands by his comrades.
A man with a heart numbed by grief and agony.
A boy abandoned by his mother and uncle.
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"Nifa!"
As fast as lightning, Levi dodged the bullet that was flying toward him with a whoosh, and with an even more rapid dash, he took shelter behind a red-brick chimney that towered over him momentarily providing him with enough cover. Squawking discordantly, a flock of birds took wing skyward along with the remnants of the Humanity's Strongest soldier's intrepidity.
Others weren't as lucky. A few other gunshots erupted in the distance in deadly harmony with each other. The blood-curdling melody of the angel of death.
Gripped with sheer fear, Levi compulsively clutched at his olive-green cloak that was now in tatters, eyes taking in the view of Nifa's almost headless body that was lying sprawled on the ridge with a scarlet pool gathering around her. Her ginger head nearly blown off, brain and fluids leaking out like fruit juice from a squeezed orange and organs like scrambled eggs. Premature death had come to her as fast as the bullet from behind. It was a close call that he hadn't shared the same gruesome fate with her.
Breath coming in short pants, Levi sucked in air unable to make of what had just happened, waiting on standby. Hange's squad. They're all dead. Fear had torn his heart out of his chest.
"Long time, Levi," said a terribly, hauntingly familiar voice from his past. The ghost's husky voice and the way the words were extended were something he thought he would never hear again. It made his blood run cold and his composure - normally like a sea calm as a millpond - was threatening to crack and let out a hurricane of emotions. "Still runt or have ya grown some?"
A white billow of vapor was coming out of the muzzle of the rifle vanishing in thin air but the smile was wicked, Levi could see that in his mind's eye. Clank. It was followed by a clicking sound as the gun was reloaded. It sounded like he had dragged the entire arsenal with him.
Not wasting any more time on the deplorable reunion, he made the next move by anchoring onto the wall behind Levi and building up momentum to rise above the ground. This time, he wasn't going to go easy on him and Levi knew it. A freaky whoop he let out signaled that the flying bastard had set his mind to ensure that he was dead meat - as insolent and bloodthirsty as always.
