But for every one he kills, three more appear from the forest.
They are surrounded. Three dozen soldiers remain. Their gas hisses empty. attack on survey corps save
Levi is already a blur. A tornado of steel and fury. He carves a path through a seven-meter’s nape, spins off its collapsing skull, and lands on a crawling four-meter, driving both blades into its eyes. “MOVE!” he roars, blood painting his cravat. But for every one he kills, three more
But it’s too late. The Titans aren't wandering. They are herded. Driven by the Beast, whose long arms gesture from the ridge like a conductor leading an orchestra of teeth. But for every one he kills
“DEDICATE YOUR HEARTS!” he shouts.