ℬℯ𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇 ⤕[𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓞𝓷 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓞𝓒]

Chapter 35

Blood spewing from the flesh that was now lodged in the Titan's mouth, a shocked groan of pain escaped someone's lips as Connie stumbled back onto the floor, landing on his backside with a small 'oof' slipping from his throat, "Reiner, no!" Christa squealed as she attempted to run down to him, reaching her hand out. However, she was shielded by Ymir as the brunette put out her arm in front of the blonde's chest in a barricading manner. Bertholdt was struck still in shock, his eyes pried wide open as sweat gathered around his face. Akira growled in slight annoyance under her breath as she saw the blonde male's body shiver from the pain as his knees began to give in beneath him. Before long, her hands were in its mouth as she tore open its jaw, allowing Reiner to slide his arm out of its mouth, clutching it in his free hand as he stumbled backwards over his own feet, however catching himself and stabilising his balance. 

"Akira!" Bertholdt called out as she was suddenly thrown to the floor, the Titan now on its hands and feet in a crawling position, digging its large hands hard into her upper abdomen. She hissed out as it crushed her chest with its hand, its mouth opening wide once more as it threw itself down at her, only for her to catch its mouth in her hands. Attempting to close its mouth, it shook ferociously at the force being applied to its face as she tore its jaw further apart, the skin around the side of its mouth splitting up its jawline, almost creating a smile line. Once its jaw was wide enough, she slid her legs into its mouth, resting her feet on its bottom row of teeth, pushing harder, now using her full body to stretch its mouth further than it is supposed to, resulting in the top half of its face tearing apart from the bottom, flying over her head into the wall behind her, blood pouring out of the open wound all over her and her uniform. Kicking the rest of its body away, she panted slightly to catch her breath, now propped up on her hands as she still sat on the floor. 

Connie's eyes were as wide as carriage wheels as he ogled the small female, "No way did that just happen..." 

"I suppose it did." Ymir shrugged, hiding her surprise behind a neutral mask. 

Hauling herself off of her feet, she saw the blood slowly evaporate off of her as the body in front of her began to twitch, "Connie." She held her hand up, making the male slowly nod as he threw the knife to her, her effortlessly catching it, without looking. Walking to the body, she climbed up onto its back and lodged the small blade into its nape, yanking it down to make a large incision in the back of its neck. Soon enough, it was now completely still and deceased as she jumped off of it, placing the blade back into Connie's pale hands. Her expression posed nothing, not anger, fatigue, worry, care - it was blank, despite everything that had just happened, "Let's barricade this back up and tend to Reiner's wounds." She orders, and suddenly everyone nods and gets to it. Forcing Reiner to sit down, Christa began searching around for something to clean his cuts, soon finding a bottle of alcohol, handing it to the white haired female, "This will sting, but you'll get through it." She commented in a flat tone as she began pouring it over his open wounds, him gritting his teeth through the burning sensation that rolled through his arm. Tearing the bottom of her skirt off, Christa handed over the material. 

"This could be used as a bandage, it is kind of dirty though because I haven't been able to wash it..." She looked at her feet, disappointed. 

Akira shook her head dismissively as she gently took the material from her hands, resting her hand atop her head in a gentle pat, "It's fine, thank you." Her voice was slightly softer, putting the blonde at ease. The green eyed female began winding the strip around his arm and was soon done as Connie and Bertholdt began to put planks up against the door, knocking them in with rocks to make them more sturdy. 

"What if another one gets in? It's not as if we'll find another cannon lying around am I right?" The yellow eyed male questioned in concern. 

Bertholdt nodded, "Lightning won't strike twice."