Listening to him, Mikasa passed from consideration to something like a flash of anger, then to expressionless silence. An internal calculus was adjusting to this new piece of information: that Levi had or appeared to have no insight into what the dungeon held. Why then was he so unafraid.
If they left now, what would they leave with. If they went deeper - she thought it would be suicidal to do that with an uncovered flank.
She took hold of her sword, shoved her torch in a sconce, and rounded the mutant titan on the floor before them. A rush, a run-up; the anchor she dropped in the wall threw a terrible cracking echo through the hall. The titan howled as its arms went limp and its jaw spilled open. The neck bent to the floor at a terrible angle. A cloud of stinking steam spewed into the corridor as the thing's grotesque tiny legs kicked with the last of its life.
Pulling another torch from her back, she lit it from the one at the sconce. It was clear she felt more certain now; her face was set and cold, no longer doubtful. She had three more torches, which, by line of sight, might have meant a few hundred more meters of exploration.
Mikasa neither knew nor thought about what had been awakened in the darkness by the sharp expulsion of gas. The caged titan was specimen enough for his darling Hange. Anything else would die. Giving Levi an impatient look, she canted her head to the right. That way next?
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If they left now, what would they leave with. If they went deeper - she thought it would be suicidal to do that with an uncovered flank.
She took hold of her sword, shoved her torch in a sconce, and rounded the mutant titan on the floor before them. A rush, a run-up; the anchor she dropped in the wall threw a terrible cracking echo through the hall. The titan howled as its arms went limp and its jaw spilled open. The neck bent to the floor at a terrible angle. A cloud of stinking steam spewed into the corridor as the thing's grotesque tiny legs kicked with the last of its life.
Pulling another torch from her back, she lit it from the one at the sconce. It was clear she felt more certain now; her face was set and cold, no longer doubtful. She had three more torches, which, by line of sight, might have meant a few hundred more meters of exploration.
Mikasa neither knew nor thought about what had been awakened in the darkness by the sharp expulsion of gas. The caged titan was specimen enough for his darling Hange. Anything else would die. Giving Levi an impatient look, she canted her head to the right. That way next?