Uncultured
Dreamer/Cynic
"TITANS!"
"TITANS AT THE RIVERBANK!!!"
Bellowed Kane, hands forming a cone, projecting his words to his fellow scouts.
One, in particular, a 4 meter, was getting a tad too close for comfort already. With massive strides it had closed the gap between Kane and the river, and he had to act quick, being in prime position with trees flanking his position. With a nervous gulp, he swallowed his doubts, thinking of his dead friends, using the loss as fire, and from his previous kill he took much needed confidence.
He could do it, if he followed his training, if he followed his instincts.
And so, with confidence, he grappled to a tree on the right hand side of the titan, landing on trunks side. Grappling to an opposite tree to the titans left, he shot like a dart, weaving above the outstretched arm of the titan before dropping down again, slashing the titan at the neck, spinning his body to increase impact velocity and the power of his stroke.
As the blades made purchase, fire lit in the eyes of the scout as he notched his second kill.
Landing on the left hand tree he smiled, confidence running deep. He was getting pretty good at killing titans.... At least the small ones... It was a start.
"TITANS AT THE RIVERBANK!!!"
Bellowed Kane, hands forming a cone, projecting his words to his fellow scouts.
One, in particular, a 4 meter, was getting a tad too close for comfort already. With massive strides it had closed the gap between Kane and the river, and he had to act quick, being in prime position with trees flanking his position. With a nervous gulp, he swallowed his doubts, thinking of his dead friends, using the loss as fire, and from his previous kill he took much needed confidence.
He could do it, if he followed his training, if he followed his instincts.
And so, with confidence, he grappled to a tree on the right hand side of the titan, landing on trunks side. Grappling to an opposite tree to the titans left, he shot like a dart, weaving above the outstretched arm of the titan before dropping down again, slashing the titan at the neck, spinning his body to increase impact velocity and the power of his stroke.
As the blades made purchase, fire lit in the eyes of the scout as he notched his second kill.
Landing on the left hand tree he smiled, confidence running deep. He was getting pretty good at killing titans.... At least the small ones... It was a start.
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