Rᴜɴ. Fʟʏ. Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ.
Swift as the tearing winds, her body aggressively moved as if on auto-pilot; darting through the bridges overhead, maneuvering past the towers, racing over the rooftops; one foot in front of the other in a constant forward motion, yet with utmost precision and care not to slip, trip and fall to the hard ground. Pacing endlessly, full of vigor and vitality. One may even mistake her to be dancing in the air, if not for the tensed countenance she wore.
Heartbeats fluttered rapidly like that of a bird’s beating wings, blood rushed through her veins, heat and energy swept over her body like a wildfire, vehemently urging her to keep going. Don’t stop. No matter how fast she ran, she would never truly be free– but as long as she could keep moving on, there was still hope. There would still be faith for the lives she could save. And, most of all… she still had promises to keep, and memories to live on.
She had to fight. She had to keep struggling. She had to live. Because if she stopped now, everything… The lives that were lost; the dreams that were crushed into void; their strained efforts of suppressing their doubt, their pain and their most horrifying fears–
Everything would go in vain.
With breakneck speed, the steel wires that impaled themselves upon tough flesh reeled her body alarmingly close to the fourteen meter-class titan within trajectory– a hiss of a war cry rippled from her throat, and with winged accuracy, her swords spliced through flesh to cleave a deep wound against its nape, sultry fluids of red bursting forth from the parted tissue. A swift twist of her body in mid-air from the momentum of the pull; fingers pulled the triggers of the pistol-like hilts she held; grappling hooks shot out and clung to cobblestone surfaces, and she maneuvers her way towards the next set of towers ahead.
Fᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴜs ғᴇᴇʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ.
In her hastened impetus, however, she hadn’t foreseen the ambush of a five meter-class titan that had laid in wait, now leaping up at her with jaws wide agape. Pupils contracted from the shock of close proximity; her teeth gritted themselves tightly, and by reflex she crossed her swords and roughly hacked at the titan’s mouth, tearing at its philtrum. Blood spurted from the fresh wounds and rained upon her form, but with no time to haste, she wrenched her body upright and thrust a foot against the titan’s broad incisors, driving her into a backwards somersault. And with the help of her gear, she managed to land on a nearby rooftop with no more than a skid of her heel from the pressure.
To say that she hadn’t felt short of breath would be a lie. Tearing her eyes away from the writhing titan below, Mikasa quickly shifted her gaze to her swords in hand, lips pursed as she examined the blades’ damaged edges. To add to that, she may have put too much force into the last assault; and in essence, her supply of gas might suffer.
A dull ache seemed to pulsate from her leg’s muscles, yet she paid no mind to it, not even batting an eye as she gazed over at the titan with a hard stare, hands gripping her sword hilts tightly.
’… Troublesome…’
