Corps Save |work| — Attack On Survey

The ground shakes. Not from thunder, not from a cannon. From them .

Only to save the memory of what they fought for. One last time.

But for every one he kills, three more appear from the forest. attack on survey corps save

They are surrounded. Three dozen soldiers remain. Their gas hisses empty.

The first wave hits like a rockslide. Not the clumsy, mindless ones—these are Abnormals . They slide on their knees, snatching soldiers mid-zip. A scream is cut short by a wet crunch. The ground shakes

Mikasa uses every one. She is a ghost in the smoke, her scarf red with someone else's blood. She hooks Armin out of a Titan’s grip with a flick of her wrist, the wire tearing through the creature’s fingers. “Breathe,” she commands, but her eyes are fixed on the closing circle.

Eren is pinned. Not by a Titan, but by a choice. Transform and burn the last of his strength? Or watch his squad be devoured? Only to save the memory of what they fought for

And the Survey Corps charges—not to win. Not to survive.