Mikasa grimaced at the threat, almost feeling insulted. She folded her arms sternly, looking directly back at the crusader. “I won’t return before I’ve found answers. My people, just along with your people, has been slaughtered.” Her tone broke briefly at that, apparently emotion striking her otherwise firm posture. With a daring step, Mikasa slowly approached the crusader. She let his sword press lightly against her chestplate, as she spoke.

“I’m going to ask you a simple question, warrior of the Western God.” She narrowed her eyes at him, the sheer wave of a mixture between hate and perturbation having showing in her gaze. “You’ve come to our land – my land. I will admit I do not know what sparked this skirmish, but believe me, you’re not the only one able to make threats. If this was your leaders doing – if their goal is to trigger another war, I promise you, we will tear you asunder.” Mikasa paused at that, slightly surprised by her own speech, especially considering she had willingly let the tip of his blade rest upon her plated chest. Nonetheless, she stood firm in her figure, carefully eyeing the response. 

The night was calm besides the three warriors. Another breeze rolled in, running through the Swordmaiden’s hair, as she stared the westerner dead in the eye. “I will not have you ruin our peace.”

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