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The First Battle to Retake Trost District

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The First Battle to Retake Trost District

Post by Spaizman on 4/9/2018, 05:24

From the top of the wall, the offensive squads had just descended down into the district and the operation had officially begun, a clock somewhere likely ticking the beginning of the evening sun. Standing atop the wall with the second wave, Anton stood at the front of his Emergency Response Team and prepared for the signal to advance. Part of him shook, remembering his brief involvement with the evacuation a few years back, seeing the Training Corps’ cadets flying through the air only to get grabbed or bit apart. He wondered if they’d suffer the same dilemma as the cadets did and run out of gas midbattle. Or would they be trapped and forced to hide until they were found or starved to death.

He glanced over to his squad mates, all of them entirely new to him after his previous ones refused to take part in front line operations. Part of him couldn’t fault them, knowing that they’d seen what he had just a few years before and had gone through the due process to get as far away as possible. Even still, the feeling of them leaving still stung like betrayal and the thought that he’d have to command a team of green soldiers had brought great uneasiness. But if this was to be their first operation in the field, then it was meant to be. Anton drew his swords from their scabbards in anticipation for the signal before calling back to them, “Stay behind the offensive squads and watch for red smoke signals!”

The four of them saluted nervously in reply, one of the boys’ faces pulled back and on the verge of tears while a girl, likely the same age, stared ahead with wide eyes. By appearances alone, they couldn’t be any older than sixteen. Despite there only being a three-year gap between them and himself, Anton couldn’t help but feel like it made all of the difference. He hadn’t seen any titan combat since the original battle, but it was enough to mentally age him by a handful of years. If they survived, perhaps they’d be in the same boat as himself.

With a loud boom that echoed across the top of the wall, the Emergency Defense Team leapt down the wall with the bulk of the Garrison’s defensive forces, accompanied by the Survey Corps and Military Police. As his anchors launched from his gear and flung him forward with his team, Anton could see the wall to his back and sides coloring with the shadows of thousands of soldiers falling into what could very well become the most disastrous operation in human history.

As ordered, he and the rest of the emergency response teams remained toward the middle of the formation in order to keep a lookout for red smoke signals. From the booms overhead and through the bright flashes flying through the air exploding into buildings and titans alike, he could tell the artillery fire had begun to rain down. As the foundations for multiple supply and defense bases had begun to get set, the battle truly began.
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Re: The First Battle to Retake Trost District

Post by cornix on 7/9/2018, 19:52

A painful sigh escaped Cora's mouth as she put on her 3DM gear. Even though it has been a while since she escaped that horrifying cellar she had been held capture for over a week, her wounds were still healing, the bigger ones still slightly open or barely closed. The scar tissue that was slowly growing over the scars was still fragile and the stitches broke open or got ripped out if Cora moved too much.
Still, the pain from all that was nothing compared to what she had been through.
Cora turned around and took a look in the mirror hanging on the door. Her 3DMG was no conventional one. It had been adjusted to how she had wanted it. A few straps broadened, some others removed, the leather's colour changed to black. The cannister holding gas was bigger than the normal one, while the huge boxes at her hips were replaced with much smaller, slimmer ones, without giving up on a single blade it can hold.
Cora dusted her pants off and stared at herself. Instead of wearing a normal shirt or the like she had simply wrapped bandages around her chest. She looked at the shirt lying on her bed, thinking about putting it on one last time but decided against it. Her wounds would open with the slightest movement with her 3DMG, her cloth would get stuck, soaked with blood, it would dry up and she would have to rip it out afterwards. Apart from that...she would have to eventually get used to the fact that people were looking at her. Right now she also had the bonus of intimidating anyone that would see her scars, old and new, wounds, brandings, bruises. She never had had much of a problem with having a cut up body, shredded to bits, with barely any bit of skin left on her that had not been ripped open at some point...but...Cora looked at her face. The fresh new scar in her former, perfectly fine face stood more out than a polar bear in a desert.
It was more visible and painful to think of than the one running across her back even though it 'only' went from below her chin across her mouth and ended at the same height as her nose tip.
She ran a finger across it, some of the stitches were still present, a safety precaution, nothing more.
Cora moved her hand upwards and ran it through her hair, she had just gotten her hair cut into something better looking than whatever they had done to her in that cellar. (OOC: it's more or less Levi's haircut now)
She took a deep breath and opened the door, anxiously awaiting the events of the day.

Cora stood on top of the wall, a few of her Betas around her, waiting patiently for the commanders of the military to arrive. She had been informed and did know where her men should go, but a short briefing beforehand was still much appreciated.
So all she had to do right now was sit on the table, staring downwards into the district and contemplating life decisions.
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Post by Spaizman on 10/9/2018, 01:33

As one anchor reeled in and another launched, Anton sailed through the air with his feet forward and together like a javelin. As the high-explosive round of a cannon blasted a building ahead of him, his mind flashed back to Commander Pixis atop the wall when the plan had been laid out before them. Though Anton couldn’t see his face, he was sure that the look was either desperate or coldly acceptant of the coming horror.

The plan was laid out into three vital portions which, if executed correctly, would result in Trost being retaken. If that happened, it would be the first time in all history that humanity had ever recovered territory from the titans. The first time they’ve ever won in the first place. But, for such a historic claim to be made, there had to be a great risk.

The first step entailed elimination and encampment within Trost. Military Police, Garrison Regiment, Survey Corps, and Mercenary forces would lead a cooperative assault from the north and begin the immediate establishment of a defensive line, made up of supply bases, cannon platforms, ambush posts, and such. For that to happen however, there had to be two major waves, supported by reinforcements if thing went awry. The first wave, dubbed the Offensive Forces, would begin eliminating Titans from various strategic point from the north end of the city and begin expanding their claims southward, ensuring that titans didn’t get passed them in the meanwhile. As they attacked, cannons would lay suppressing fire on the titans and thin them out as much as possible.

The second wave, dubbed the Defensive Line Forces, would play two roles in the operation. One role was establishing and defending the defensive line from titans that got through or, if they made an appearance, the armored and colossal titans. The other was supporting the offensive line, ensuring the movement of resupply teams and forward bases. In addition to all of this, the individual operations would be personally overlooked by commanders or suitable substitutes along with the Commissariat Division.

Anton’s eyes refocused and he adjusted his movement to avoid the blazing building. He had to remind himself that step one was already underway and that the cannon fire could very well be the end of him if he got careless. He fired his back anchors into a roof away from the offensive before swinging along the side of a building and landing just a way behind the Offensive Forces. His four subordinates landed close by, silently thankful that they didn’t advance any further. All that was left for them to do was await a red signal flare, where they as the Emergency Response Team would move and assist. Until then, they could only stay alive while everyone else fought.
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Post by Sprw201 on 11/9/2018, 00:48

Trost. He was finally home, his abandoned, wrecked home. But nevertheless, it was still where he grew up. And someone had put together a plan to take it back from the invading Titans. Taking bad the lad sounded like a suicide mission to the red-headed scout. Lucky for him he’d come back from multiple missions that he’d dubbed suicide. The plan was complex, and it involved all three military branches as well as the local mercenaries. His mind wandered back to when he first met Cora. Such a peculiar soul. She might be here today. Which would be good because he trusted her. He hadn’t seen her in a while.

While wondering how she was doing, he strapped on his maneuver gear. The military had sent for every available soldier for this operation. They needed as much manpower as possible. He’d sent a letter to his cousin telling her about the mission. He’d actually gotten a reply back from her today. Saying that she was worried. They’d just reunited a few months ago, and the thought of losing him overwhelmed her. It was nice to have somebody care about your well being. As he walked to the wall between Maria and Trost, he engaged his 3DMG so he wouldn’t have to wait for a lift to the top of the wall. He was stationed on one of the curves of outer Trost. Part of the offensive team, he hustled towards his designated side.

According to the plans, he was to cut diagonally from his position inward taking down as many titans as he could. Flares would still be used to notify the defensive team, which would act as backup. He was overjoyed that he wasn’t in the defensive line. There was a lot of work involved in the position. Work he wasn’t prepared for. Taking down titans was simple enough though. Avoid arms and mouths. Hopefully he’d be okay.


As he arrived to the wall, he noticed that another squadron of scouts was to his right and a squadron of garrison were to his left. The rose jackets looked more nervous than René had ever seen them. He noticed a few had their chins tilted up, trying to put on a brave face despite the situation. The only thing that kept him from feeling like he was going to vomit was the fact that his comrades were there. He wasn’t alone. He was people he could trust behind him. And beyond that…. He felt comfortable with where he was. If he did end up getting eaten today, it would have been going out in glory. Fighting for humanity’s sake. He could live with that.
The breezy air that surrounded Trost was clean, but it was thick with nervousness and worry. Soon it might be filled with the scent of blood. René was sure that not everyone who entered the fray would come out unscathed, much less alive. They might not come out at all. He pinched himself by his wrist. This was no time to be freaking out! Just breathe. Focus… his home was on the line, and he was its first line of offense. They were going to take back Trost. Together.
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Post by cyideal on 12/9/2018, 23:55

It was maybe six or seven years ago that Vasily had visited Trost. But back then he had been with rest of Circus Curio’s group; Today he was with a bunch of unknown soldiers ready to kill and get killed by titans. From top of a wall, where Vasily and rest of his squad was positioned, was a great view. He tried spotting any places, which he might have visited in days gone pass. Unfortunately, the new lumbering residents had made too much of mess to find any familiar landmarks.

Another squad of Scouts was to his left: Vasily was hard pressed to find any friendly faces from their group either. And even farer to left – maybe Garrison(?) Hard to tell from this far. And he was under strict orders to not wander off! Earlier Vasily attempted chatting up his new teammates or cracking a joke to raise their spirits, yet he was ignored or promptly told to “Shut up” or “Piss off”. Must be the nerves, so he would not blame them!

And so Vasily was alone watching over the city. Bouncing on balls of his feet and waiting for orders to advance. Tonight’s plan had too many moving parts. Defence group had to defend a line and take care of resupplying among other things… Someone was going to check out the broken gate too. Fortunately, Vasily and team were to just sweep down and simply distract and kill titans. That was easy!

However, it had been too long since Vasily had gotten proper action. There was nothing glorious or exciting about odd jobs like finding missing pets and construction work. For last two weeks Vasily had been paving roads few kilometres westward from here. Pebbles, sand, block. Pebbles, sand, block. Pebbles, sand, block. Day after day the same dull pavement.

He shuddered at the thought of that horrendous labour. Still Vasily had a hunch that he might have to go back to pebbles, sand and blocks. But not tonight! Tonight, Vasily was to do something far greater! Something far more thrilling!
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Post by Scitis Verum on 13/9/2018, 04:51

It was a very long time since he has ever been asked out of the Walls, of the confined space he has worked for some time. He was working back to back being absorbed in his work and made sure to be on top of everything, which was subject to conversations in many of the circles. He had a small handful of people he ever spoke to in a casual manner, Sevyne and the few people he was interested in recruiting some day. He made his way to the top of the wall that the summons was placed, when he arrived he already found the leaders he knew of and never could meet due to mission alignments. He smiled a bit seeing Cora, he had a very brief meeting he noted her scars and obvious injuries. He frowned a bit as he goes to check his bag for any bandages, he made sure to have something for every situation. Days of studying helped him improvized medical tools, anything extreme otherwise they will suffice with Bandages.

"Please excuse me asking but, would you mind me dressing those wounds? I think it would be better to have something over them might make it easier to recover..." He said as he walked up to Cora knowing the fact she was one of the few that he knew, he made sure to show them as he felt some ointment that was on him for emergencies. He didn't mind helping the Medics due what they need to, though in his new position the best he can do is give them with the beginning of what he understood was important. "I know that you may not accept this but, please let me tend to you when we are done at least..." He started to roll it back up as he checked his Bag for other useful survival equipment he had for his comrades. He rose to his feet and scanned the Districts, he remembered the plans he tried to draw them in his head as he felt something was quite risky though it was guaranteed in this situation. As someone that looked over what they had as reports and the stories, he was amazed to see the reports lined up. He watched the Soldier mobilize as he walked over to where he assumed the others in charge were, he wanted to make himself known. "Please excuse me but, may we go over the plans again? Before we make a charge maybe we could even adjust some parts of it."
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Re: The First Battle to Retake Trost District

Post by cornix on 13/9/2018, 15:15

A familiar voice appeared from behind. Who was that? Scitis? What that his name. She turned around, staring at him with cold eyes before deciding that it was in fact him. She smiled weakly, "Yes, I do mind you dressing to those wounds. They are going to rip open later anyway...", she inspected the few wounds she could see without moving too much, "Afterwards I will see. Maybe I will let you", she grinned, "If we are both still alive by then."

As he asked how the plan would be Cora simplified it in her own words.
"First we will kill everything behind that line. Secure it. All of that. That-", she layed her finger onto the map, pointing at where the line would be roughly, "we call the offensive line. The ones that kill. Then we have the defensive wave. Obviously defending said line. Supporting the offensive one in advancing. Your job...you were commisariat, right? You overlook the whole thing. Kill anyone that chickens out. Unless it's my people. If you touch my people I will personally feed you bit by bit to the ugliest titan I can find in Trost.", she looked into the round, "As a matter of fact that counts for any of you. You hurt my people, you will wish to be eaten by a titan compared to what I will do to you", a cold smile appeared on her face, "Anyway. Enough of that. Do you have any questions?", she said while turning around, making a hand movement to one of her betas.

Ludwig nodded, copied the same movement to someone else a bit further away from the wall and a bunch of mercenaries jumped down and joined the military in killing titans.
Cora turned back around, "I am just wondering though. How do you plan to close the gate? Do you just use a bunch of bricks to build your own wall?", she stared at them, curious about their answer.
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Post by Spaizman on 13/9/2018, 20:11

A red line of smoke shot straight into the sky and Anton immediately called out, “We’ve got a signal! Emergency Response Team, make route to the southwestern offensive line!” before firing a green signal toward the distress call and launching his anchors, letting his gear fling him into the air. His muscles already felt sore from the maneuvering, but they were all still in the heat of the battle which would determine humanity’s fate.

From behind him, he could tell that his four recruits were making a beeline after him, sticking close for what would be a dangerous fight. Already, they could see the carnage of the initial offensive. Bodies with bites taken out of them, limbs sticking out from under the rubble, and the occasional poor soul hit by friendly fire from the cannons. Anton wouldn’t be surprised if one of them were about to snap and attempt to escape to the wall. Worried, he shot a single anchor and let himself be pulled forward while using his gas to take a quick spin to check up on them. In the midst of his turn, he spotted one of them flying extremely low and lagging behind the group, “Sandusky! Get level with the rooftops!”

He couldn’t make out his face, but it was probably twisted in terror. Perhaps he overestimated himself when he signed up for emergency response or maybe he thought that he would only do standard patrols for would be emergencies. Either way, he was not prepared for an operation such as this. Another of the recruits, Lehmann, called back in her cracked voice, “Paul! Get yourself up!”

As his face was turned forward, Anton called, “Keep moving to the signal!” before launching an anchor at a tower and reeling around it back toward Sandusky, prepared to throw him as far forward as he could. Yet, as his three other recruits passed him by, he caught sight of the horrified look on Sandusky’s face. He was so unfocused, out-of-touch, and out of the moment. His eyes brimmed with tears as he looked up to Anton, his mouth open and teeth grinding up against each other. Anton barely caught sight of his eyes shifting toward an alley before an abnormal launched itself from it and caught Sandusky by his leg between its teeth. Its hands came up and held Sandusky in place as it shoved him down further and bit down on his lower section. By the time Anton even prepared to fire an anchor into the back of its nape, Sandusky had been ripped in half.

Wordlessly and wide-eyed, Anton shifted his momentum to the creature’s backside before firing his anchor into its nape and reeling his swords back. He remembered the original battle for Trost. The horrors and tragedy. Those who were left behind to monsters like the titans. Anton remembered every look of fright, the look of himself when he looked into a mirror that very night. He was grown now. Matured and ready for the horrors that were upon him. As the titan feasted, his swords sliced through the nape and killed the beast. It wasn’t a clean cut, leaving the swords blunted and useless. They were discarded and replaced before Anton launched an anchor to fly back to his squad, all looking on in horror from a rooftop. He flew over them and called back, “You’re exposed on that roof! Move to the signal!”

Fortunately they learned and they followed after, leaving the top half of Sandusky’s corpse lying in the streets.
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Post by Sprw201 on 14/9/2018, 02:50

The screaming had started. The operation was now in full swing and René was far too focused to worry by now. He was glancing at his teammates every now and then. They’d already lost a few people to the titans. At least, a few people in his vicinity. He had no idea what was happening behind, or diagonally of him. It was exhilarating to be using his 3DMG again though, it’d been, as he recalled, quite a long time since he’d last been suited up.

He triggered his gas just slightly, using his momentum from his latest swing and body weight to dodge a titan’s arm. Passing by, he launched one of his grappling hooks towards the titan’s nape. As he retracted the line, he released it once he got nearer. It was easier for him to free fall into an attack. He managed to get his blades deep enough into the nape, but it took a fair amount of effort. At least he was still willing to fight. The moment he stopped, that was when he was going to get injured, or worse eaten. The redhead wasn’t too keen about becoming titan fodder today.

As soon as he came out of the attack, he engaged his lines in order to preserve gas. With the size of this operation, if he wasn’t careful he wouldn’t even have enough to get back to the resupply stations along the edges of the walls of Trost. He was nearing a somewhat familiar building near, what he supposed, was the center of the outward district. His best guess was the town hall, but he doubted he could ever prove himself right seeing as the building was on fire and roving clumps of titans circled around it. Signaling to a random scout nearby, he motioned for them to take the kill. He’d be able to rush forward and blind the titan, giving them some time. The scout looked terrified at this proposition, but he’d already engaged his lines towards the invader. The eyes of a titan were considerably easier for René to target. He wasn’t as strong as the best scouts, so he had to take advantage of how he knew titans would react when they were injured. They’d reach for where (he assumed) they felt pain.

Just as he’d thought, as soon as his knives dug into the titan’s organs, it reached. Almost too quickly. He managed to dodge the approaching fist, but the titan ripped off his scouting cloak. He’d worn the green cloak even though it was an in-wall expedition. Jarred by the sudden impact, he rolled and twisted in the air. In hitting the roof, he hoped that the scout who he’d told to kill hadn’t been killed. He had to lie back for a couple moments. He’d lost a decent amount of air from that hit, falling was no joke. He had to keep moving though. If you stayed in one place too long, you’d get noticed and eaten.

It hadn’t even felt like an hour yet. René still found himself running on empty, and he used the very last dregs of his gas to make it to a supply station. He’d used almost all of his knives, having only three left. Being the klutz he was, he’d somehow managed to drop one. He’d rather leave it than go to the ground and risk being flattened by a stray foot. His resupply was quick, and he bade the Garrison members good luck on his way out, taking out one more titan that was approaching the station to the west.

Smoke signals dominated a fair portion of the sky, and even though the jackets around him represented all military branches, he was nervous enough to think that nobody was going to escape alive. Everyone was going to lose something. He hoped his cousin wouldn’t lose him. It was odd, but the chaos in trost felt peaceful to him. It was normal to be working under such pressure, to be afraid of everything your job entailed. If you weren’t afraid of this job then you were either dead or stupid. To go charging into a situation where you weren’t afraid was foreign to him. Being afraid of something didn’t mean you were weak, it meant that you were smart enough to recognize risks without being told what they were. That simple though gave the young scout so much courage that he felt like he was about to burst from the inside.
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Post by cyideal on 14/9/2018, 21:04

Their squad leader finally issued an order to advance. And the next moment Vasily jumped free of restrictive earth. For couple of wonderful seconds wind caressed his face until he fired his anchors and felt the familiar tug. The screams and canon fire filled air stank of gunpowder as Vasily flew past the ruined rooftops with rest of the squad.

The leader shouted over the raging chaos. “15 metre class in nine o’clock! Engage!” She slowed down to drop next to Vasily. “Kozlov! I heard you’re dexterous. You draw its attention, so we attack from behind.”

“Aye aye, Ma’am!” Vasily sped past the others heading for the titan. Once close, he shot 3DMG’s anchors to titan’s side to curve past its waist, and shallowly scratching its stomach for good measure. The titan bent over to grab the offending “insect”.  But Vasily grappled to a house and swung out of way.

Looking up Vasily saw his teammate’s silhouette against the dusky sky. And then he came down with great force, slashing the titan’s nape. The defeated titan plummeted heavily to ground.

“That was amazing!” Brightly smiling Vasily swung to join the slayer on a rooftop. “So amazing and bold! You made my heart throb! I might even fall for you.” Before the frowning titan killer had a chance to answer, rest of the team landed beside them.

“Good work men. That marks our first kill.” Squad leader said with a proud smile, moving to pat two of their shoulders. But once she came to Vasily, a massive shadow was cast over her face. And he threw both of them down.

Not a second later, a large mass soared over them.

With a deafening crash an abnormal landed face first to a stone building. It turned to look at their squad: One of their own was smeared on its grinning face and another man dangled from the monster’s teeth. Joseph was it? Or maybe Klaus? Well, no matter. With a throw of its neck it slurped the person down.

This was it. Vasily’s heart was drumming against his ribcage, and he could only take shallow gasps. No circus stunt could ever match this heady feeling. This was it – a real threat of death!

Launching himself to his hands and to airborne from it, Vasily grasped his hooks on the abnormal. “Don’t let it scare you! We can do this!”

The man, who killed the first titan did not hesitate either. He swung at the titan head on, while Vasily aimed for the ankles. But the titan jumped again: Snatching the man from mid-air to its mouth. To avoid being dragged along, Vasily hastily released his anchors and tumbled to street level. Shaking his head from a daze, Vasily stood up. He faced the abnormal’s retreating form. “I’m chasing it down!”

The squad leader ordered from the roof. “No! Keep to formation Kozlov!”

“There’s no formation! We’re the only ones left!”

Getting up and sweeping from roof to roof and building to building Vasily chased the titan that hopped over streets and buildings on all fours. But the manoeuvre gear was no match to its enormous leaps. Disappearing behind a tall church, Vasily lost sight of the titan. He landed on the top church tower to frantically look around. “Titans are big. They can’t hide.” he thought. But the abnormal had slipped away.

Vasily sighed. It was such a rare chance; you could not confront abnormals every day. However, then he spotted another scout not far off. Quickly chasing him down Vasily shouted. “HEY!!” He waved at the tall spectacled ginger scout. “Did you see an Abnormal passing hippity hoppity like a frog?!”
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Re: The First Battle to Retake Trost District

Post by cornix on 21/9/2018, 15:33


Cora stared downwards onto the district. It was pure chaos. While most small squads had their own little formation they started running around like deoriented and paniced chicken when one of theirs died. It worked well, as long as everyoen stayed alive and a rather huge amount of them managed to get themselves killed by canon fire, even though those were technically supposed to fire further away to ensure that exactly that would not happen.

She sighed and stared at Alan, standing next to her. Cora still had to get used to the rather persistant halluzination of hers. Atleast it only stayed with Alan, and did not add Auth as well. That was the last thing she needed. Four people in her head. She got annoyed enough at the two of them, Alan atleast mostly kept to himself. Even though, when he appeared he was more annoying than both of them together. Alan meant alot to her but having him inside her head was never something she had wanted.

Cora took another look at the district from above and then turned back around to the higher ups around her. "No matter how you plan on closing the gate. I will go down there now and make sure we get atleast a few of those titans killed. If you do need me shoot a purple flare up. Or send someone.", she fiddled around with her belts and went towards the edge of the wall, letting herself fall down, back forward.
She thought about just not using her grappling hooks. Just falling onto the ground, smashing her head in. It would be over so fast. Cora sighed and turned herself and shot her hooks in the nearest house. She flew through the streets until she had met Ludwig. Both of them landed on a rooftop, his and her squad behind him.
He whistled and half of the men went towards her.

They communicated wordless and each of them started clearing different areas. Ludwig the one to the right of their small meeting rooftop, she to the left. Cora first got rid of the bigger ones. They worked down in levels, bigger ones first to create an area in which they could safely stay. Then the middle ones, and so forth. The tiny ones usually were not much of a problem. They were rather slow and did not have much of an ability to grab them out of the air.
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Re: The First Battle to Retake Trost District

Post by Spaizman on 22/9/2018, 20:13

“Smoke signal is just up ahead! I see two fifteen-meter titans! Possible seven-to-ten-meters behind the buildings. Break off; quick recon!”

On Anton’s orders, the emergency response split up its four remaining members as they engaged in their practiced stratagem. With a quick burst of gas, the blew upward in four different directions and viewed the response area from multiple different angles. It was through this they could find every titan that could be hiding.

“Two three-meter titans left of those two fifteen-meters!” called Lehmann.

“Seven-meter behind the building around the corner!” called Kowalski.

“Multiple titans on route from breaching point!” called Heffner.

It was a relief to Anton to see that the three of them were holding the composure at the gates of the engagement, yet it would be too soon to tell whether or not they could see it through. With a glance of his eyes, Anton could tell that the squad who fired the signal had already been devoured. At this point, the only reason they were there was to ensure that the offensive line wasn’t breached. For the fallen, he would see that through.

In a moment’s concentration, he analyzed the situation: while the two fifteen-meter titans were likely standard, along with the three-meters, the seven-meter was likely an abnormal if it was hiding. That would have to be their first target. From there, the next targets would depend on positioning. While the fifteen-meters had the most reach, the three-meters were quick enough that landing on the ground was extensively dangerous. Adding the threat of the multiple titans that were in coming, and they were in dire straits. Regardless, Anton decided on his plan of attack.

“Lehmann, Heffner, distract the fifteen-meters! Kowalski, I’m rabbiting that seven-meter!”

As the two other recruits fired their anchors to the roofs to goad and evade the two larger titans, Anton let his wire swing him around the corner and straight toward the abnormal. It jabbed its hand out at him, its beady eyes locking onto his own, be he arced his body and twisted himself to fire an anchor at its shoulder before a quick burst of gas spiraled him around and about the titan’s arm before flinging himself toward its backside. As the titan turned and made a groaning noise, Kowalski brought his arms upward and dived from the air to slice the nape out vertically.

From where they were, the fifteen-meters were the next safest targets. As Lehmann and Heffner repeatedly evaded and jumped from roof to roof, Anton and Kowalski came in from opposite sides and cleanly cut through the napes. All that remained was the three-meters, which were looking up to the latter two from ground level. As on reach upward in an attempt to gain some height, Lehmann and Heffner cut straight through them, each as vicious as a wolf.

Anton summoned them back up to the roof where he quickly stated, “Area’s clear for now. We’ll have to hold here until reinforcements come in.”

“When would that be?” asked Kowalski with a scratch of his chin.

Anton shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Before any worry could set into them, Lehmann simply stated, “We should have enough gas to get us through another fight, though I’m down a set of swords.”

Heffner snorted, “Too rough on the one slice you had? Should model yourself after Kowalski and I!” he raised a blade, “Perfect cuts.”

“Bite me, long neck.”

As the dust settled, Anton found himself settling into ease. When he himself realized how relaxed the situation was, he smacked himself and was reminded that Sandusky was dead because of carelessness. They could very well be joining that census at any moment.

It was just then that a shadow rose above them and came down in the form of a giant steaming arm landing onto Kowalski, bringing out a loud and sickening snap along with an extensive cry of agony. From the base of the building, the steaming skeletal form of a seven-meter titan was reaching up and resting its sizzling arm on the recruit. Anton dove off the roof and fired an anchor into the back of its head, spotting the only fleshy-looking part on its body. It took Anton a moment to realize that this was the seven-meter abnormal that they thought they killed. Then he realized that they only cut out the nape and that it was still very intact. With a surge of gas, he rushed downward cut it down.

When he landed back on the roof, he found that Kowalski had been severely burned from the waist down and, likely, had his spine and ribs broken by the impact. While he was alive for now, it likely wouldn’t be for long.
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